Why did you bring me here,
my long lost
Wolf Brother?
I heard your howl
and split the misty veil,
to walk amongst
the sentinels
that stood for our ancestors.
I could feel
that the old enchantments
still held their way.
There was fear,
but it was a new fear;
as if the Dragon may be gone
from its lair;
unslain,
but no longer guarding its horde.
We are free, now,
but we know to move cautiously.
Tell me, Brother;
does the clean rain
still fall here?
And wipe away
the dirt,
and mud,
and blood?
Do the big herds still roam,
just waiting for the hunt?
Do the trees still sing
in the wind?
Oh, Brother;
I have been long gone.
Stolen far away
by tricks and triumphs.
Now, I have come back,
however briefly,
but I see now
where my soul
still resides.
In the wet morning grass,
of a mountain meadow.
In the deep, cold water
of a glacier lake.
In the stone,
stretching upwards;
challenging the stars.
And bedded down
upon the soft forest floor.
Thank you,
my long lost, Wolf Brother,
for watching over my home
all of these years.
I must go,
but when I return
they will bury my bones
under the Rockies.
DR – 2020
