Suburban Howl


Cut out and pasted on my wall
my children captured it all.
One deep and primitive howl.
Do you feel it now.

This image protects me
As I vibrate in
the here and now.
Keep digging.
Keep seeking.
Training to control my growl.

The wolf, a symbol
of all that is free and wild.
A territory without fences.
As a pack we hunt
all that can’t be contained.

The wolf is inside my girls.
Its spirit controls our pack.
Has me preparing for war
through finding peace.
As my wife makes our den warm.
As our girls snip
at each other’s heals
over toys that could be bones.

Through the suburbs we roamed.
We found a place to
to grow together
plant a garden
to make a home.

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