Wolves in the Wilderness

Wolves in the Wilderness   Once there were wolves   in the deep, feathered snow. In quiet, ancient valleys.   In the mountains of Mexico.   I dreamt about it long ago, of a house with a flaking door; of coffee and music and bare feet falling softly on a sunlit floor.   Now there…


This is an old poem I wrote when my grandmother was beginning to deteriorate with early onset Alzheimer’s. ¬†As it happens, and as life goes, my grandfather became suddenly ill not long after this with a severe brain tumour and passed away a year before my grandma.   This was my imagining life without her….