Hello Wolf Girl,

I've missed you.
I've missed your fangs and fearless
   laughter when you toss your head
   and smile
I miss the lithe way you sprawl
   on the rocks
I miss running in the woods -- you knew
   each tree by the moss on the bark
   and the scent of the roots near the ground;
   we burrowed into hollow logs and
   thickets full of blackberries.
Wolf Girl, I miss you
   and the blue
   mountains in white mantles strung
   across the skyline -- a congregation;
   you owned these valleys and rivers
   and you knew without doubt
   who you were, your fearsome heart,
   your feckless grin, tongue lolling,
   eyes shining, your unflagging gait
   racing against lumber-loaded trains
   to and from the world
   where you reign.

I am glad
to have
found you again.

How will love be, coming into balance?
It is living in my mind
a shy, elusive dream
full of stories; new, a foundling.

* * *

Your face changes in pictures,
and I can tell when you're thinking of me.

The weight of her mind is a stone in deep water.
She lowers her voice, speaks in waves of conspiracy
tides of philosophy--
She keeps sinking
with her laugh
(its buoyancy)
her smile
(uncertainty)
and her eyes
(sincerity)
in clarity, she says
pick up the weight,
surge beneath the surface.