THE LONELY WHITE WOLF

and can we make one anywhere?
and what about belonging,

do blades of grass belong?
taken for granted and stepped on,

and what about the daisies,
ripped up and made into chains?

does a tree ever dream
of forests far away?

is the hermit grab grateful
for no fixed address?

and is the swift yearning to land,
and crying for rest?

is the mountain growing to see
what lies beyond the seas?

and so, what does make a home,
and can we make one anywhere?