Black Fox
calls me in the night.
“Come and play.”
But I am wound up tight
in strands
of bitter things.
Black Fox says,
“Let me chew
through your memories.
Then, they won’t tie you down.”
But when I look,
they are deep in the Earth.
Roots have grown
from the places I was cut.
“Too bad.” Black Fox laughs.
“It would have been fun
to run through the night
with you.”
But I know,
Black Fox is just a pup.
One day, he too
will grow roots.
We all return to the Earth.
Maybe then
our spirits will be free
to run through the night
with Black Fox.
DJR – 2023
