Why have you come calling?
Why now uncage
your desire for me?
Why have you let me languish for years
only to arrive
on my step in the rain?
I see the wild in you
as I see it in me.
I know that wound.
I know desire’s hunger too.
And I can see
your foolhardy courage.
But I would ask for something harder—
a sacrificial leap.
Not toward death,
but toward truth—
toward that gasping
breath of life.
The wild in me
could honor that.
Your courage
might teach mine
to trust.
Instead,
you mistake my pity
for hope.
Where is the one
who believed in you
as I wish to?
Wild
What have you done with her?
Is this how
you repay her faith—
with arrogant desire?
How have you fed that desire—
with courage
or cowardice?
Folly, you say.
I am sorry
for you both.
Come out of the rain.
Stand up straight
so I can see you fully.
I’ll dry you off,
but then
your journey must continue
far beyond me.
Now, on your way.
Sing your song.
Cry out into the world
for another.
Cry out
even if there is no reply.
The world is better
for the sound.
And somewhere,
the wild
may hear you.