A Wolf saw me,
he scared me,
and I wonder if it was
the same Wolf that howled at you.
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After “The Origin of Nunivak Island”, a Nunivak Eskimo Myth
Posted: November 26, 1992 in PoetryTags: Knife, Mother, Sky, Spirit, Wolf, Woman
I
my knife is bone.
I break in half
my knife of bone.
each half I place
into my mouth;
they’re just like fangs
with which I have
become a wolf.
II
to a weeping spirit woman
saddened by the sky,
I make you cut your hand
and then you break your knife.
III
mother wolf.
I leap from rock to rock
Back arched
Feet in blurred motion,
Minds of their own
Weight carrying me forward,
Mind calculating, correcting
Eyes searching
So fast it is blinding
Instinct,
Easy.
I just do it and end up on high
On top of another rock
Looking back
Out of breath
Soaring on winged feet
Most like a wolf spider
Most beautiful.
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