When you hear them howling, don’t you just wish?
Wish that you were there in the woods. Wish you were the one howling and screaming and moaning, clawing your way out of or deep within.
Wish for that freedom and belonging. Don’t you want them both?
When you hear them howling, don’t you think of another time and place? A place that we can shed our skins and be as one. Be able to dig deep into each other, not know where one of us ends and the other begins?
Lisa Gray 