The Wolves

The Wolves

Air. The hand of fate

Pulled me back to the surface –

Breathe –

I break free through the waves,

Arched back like a whale diving out of the sea.

The echoes of the manatee’s song

Drown away as I slowly reach the shore

Alive and wet and covered in wrack, reaching for

The earth, crawling back to life. Love found me

In the depths, and from the wreck, salvaged my soul

And showed me the way; far from the sirens’ call,

My ears strain to listen to the song of the earth; freed from the pressure,

I hear the howling of love, long exhaling sound of hope.

Now I can stand, now I am strong.

I join the pack, roaming through the vastnesses.

December 2013

Poetry Kathleen Jamie’s style