#siberia #wolves
I've forgotten how many years ago I wrote this.
Wild Siberian Wolf
I’m in Siberia.
There’s nothing and no one ahead.
There’s nothing and no one behind.
There’s only breathing and my eyes blinking.
I’ll think a thought and feel warm tears on my cold face.
I lie down on the ground and cover my eyes.
I don’t want to see anything.
I only want to take my last breath.
But no. I know it. I know it.
A wild Siberia wolf will arrive. He will lick my cheek,
and howl a howl that can be heard from Siberia to Mongolia.

“Go ahead, I think, rip my throat out."
He’ll lie down beside me and our breathing
will become as one.
I’ll wake up in my bed and the bright Sun will be shining.
I’ll reach out to touch the wolf beside me.
He won’t be there.
I close my eyes and see
I’m in Siberia.
There’s nothing and no one ahead.
There’s nothing and no one behind.