Walking with wolves

 Under the big sky

A brightness shines in his eyes

I see it

He is alive wild free

He is one of us

The brave 

That seek out something else

And he sees me

The magic that is creating an on-the-spot play with all the kids 

costumes that fall and lines that are forgotten 

Laughter and giddiness 

And pride

I just met him and I know

I want to drink

To catch a bit of pollen dust off his shoulders

I am drawn 

I want to soak in this scent 

of freedom I miss

While my lil one curls in my arms bundled up

While my son keeps asking 

everything 

and my girl bumps me 

with her sharp elbows

I gather dew drops

Nectar stories bits and memories

He ran with the dogs that one morning

Ecstatic

Chasing the ongoing four-legged cow herd together

My thirsty soul sings

No more rides in the middle of the night? I'll climb the mountain

Images and owls

Pictures and thoughts

We talk and laugh and drink as the bustling table of a family table rumbles on

I want just to smile and listen in our hidden treehouse of stories and truths

But I also feel the elbows the questions the cold  the man which is two chairs to the right and feels like a stranger these days though we share so much..

In my mind the story continues

I want to write all that will not happen

I am old enough to know

That he is not all magic and adventure

Like my man is not all grumpiness and aches

And yet

That aliveness

He knows about the walking

What it does to you

How one could just walk out with nothing

Just walk out 

and meet the world