In all our sanctuaries we sit at risk




You have left petals on old stones

and memories that chase


the rhythms of my blood

and activate my bones


and through my gathering shadow

guide me.


Are you re-born in me

or have I eaten you,


perforce, that I take your scent

with me through my days


and words I know are yours

to chant and call them


along lost ways

against locked doors ?


Rogan Wolf
April 2014