the wolves

we slept close

under zippers and stars

and woke to the sound of wolves all around us

—

we howled along

and were sung back to sleep

the sound of wolves

still echoing all around us

—

in the morning

the river whispered

quietly

reminding me

—

that

fallen trees

and beaver dams

shape the path

and change the flow

—

by what falls

you can see what will stay

and what will go