Lone Wolf
A boy looking for a father’s hand to hold—afraid and brave all at once.
Women nurture and turn away.
Unprotected.
A man spins words into precise configurations of protective strategy
Only to find attack from the side
Or from behind.
He escapes to a dance with wind blown ice.
Thick fur withstands Mother Nature
who hurts, attacks, and kills.
He salvages comfort, love and money with stories of struggle. A stone retreat. Silent trees sway in the wind and creak with age.
Look to the sky
—to the birds in flight
that nest together for warmth.
Dull the pain.
Cherish the words alone.
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10
JAN
2016
JAN
2016
About the Author:
Elaine Webster writes fiction, creative non-fiction, essays and poetry from her studio in Las Cruces, New Mexico—in the heart of the Land of Enchantment. “It’s easy to be creative surrounded by the beauty of Southern New Mexico. We have the best of everything—food, art, culture, music and sense of community.”