For the world in which the wolf may roam,

remember home

is where you left it,

but also the home-made can be anywhere

and anything you want it to be.

Take the year, a month, a moment,

or every so often raise a glass to the past

that put you where you are now

and only come back when the time is right.

 

You have always been a wolf,

you are the pride in us all,

your fur unbroken, bristles,

black and claws grab the opportunity ahead

 in the evening wind

as you dart across oceans, only looking back

to see if the sun is keeping up.

The future now belongs to you,

seize it, see it through,

for there is no rush

when the wolf runs wild and free,

just the sound of the past whizzing past

and accepting

that fate had other designs.

Now,

run and catch up with your soul

for the sound of another tribe

is laughing joyfully and awaiting your silent footsteps,

too be amongst them,

to teach them

and too teach you more than you could ever

wish to understand my friendly wolf.

You have grown out of your skin

and it is now time

to expand new thoughts and new fur.

For Steffi Webster, friend, confidant, pal, a roaming wolf.

Ian D. Hall 2015