instinct

I’m Only a Wolf

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trees, grass, birds,
clouds adrift in a clear winter’s sky,
her scent on the frozen air
i am waiting to watch for the smoke and the spark
and the fire that burns bright in her hearth
hoping it won’t burn low in the dark

there is fear in this strong attraction
that the forest may ignite

if she let me in i would stay here sometimes
I’d curl closer
I’d lay on her cold little feet
but she doesn’t know what i want
neither do i
it’s a very strong instinct that keeps me here
without her I feel less complete

The Fool

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When the day was young the Fool stepped out
A rose in his hand and free of care
He walked though fields of fresh spring flowers
He had no thought for passing hours
Or the perils of the journey far ahead
He had never heard of learning

He climbed a mountain to its peak
He looked up to the sun above
Unaware of the shadows at his feet
His open innocence was complete
He ignored the instincts of his dog
Who yapped and growled to warn him

The Fool stepped out to the precipice
A merry tune upon his lips
Merry hey hi down dilly sang he
Oh he sang so prettily
While the void opened wide before him
And down he tumbled into life

The Fool now faces many choices
He began the journey and must go on
It may be short or it may be long
He may be weak or he may be strong
But in time he will return to this peak
And gaze out, as a wise man

 

the-fool

 

 

Thinking

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the complications of the heart are so many
as complex as the veins that carry our blood
i am no cardiac surgeon to feel your delicate pulse
but i feel my own heart beat and my aorta throb
there are times when it hurts and i don’t know why
there are times when i know every cause

some words cause my blood to pound
my head to spin and my arteries swell
though they are small words in themselves
words that perhaps meant little to you
said in some casual off-hand way
you don’t see the surge on the line

i will ingest yet another tablet
that will take care of that, i hope
but my brain needs greater attention
it’s harder to tell what goes on in there
it’s not just the moment that matters
it has all those memories, stored too well

i could go with my guts of course
base animal instinct and insight
the one that makes our hair stand on end
it’s as strong as the sense of smell
it’s the one that sees through it all
but then i would have to trust

walking cures many things
it’s good for your health
it clarifies thought
or retreats from a bad situation
but it brings you home again
i have always trusted my feet