The Gate

wolf a companion
solemn between trees
in daylight not cursing any moon
not disappearing
I'm able to think when she's here

wolf whose education is silence
and the instinct to do things well
what is called winter any winter
stones in the ground cold yellow sun
yet my shadow with its feet at my feet
no need to fight over food

the wolf and I don't tame one another
but we both know the word "north"
the fertility of an old woman
her whitest hair not a boundary but a reward and
the future is each track in fresh snow

Holly Prado
from These Mirrors Prove It


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