A Wolf

A Wolf

                     I know there’s something better down the road. 

                     We need to find a place where we are safe. 

                              Praise Song for the Day, Elizabeth Alexander

passed by my eyes

leaving his footsteps

in my veins.

Stealthy and hungry,

he stacked the city

scrutinizing the future.

Today the shutters are closed

because in this poem

there's a wolf

coming to get me.

Even when I try to be quiet

he jumps the words,

a memory rips out a howl,

and devours me.