Poem for my Father #2

Letting Go (The Wolf)

Photo by Marc-Olivier Jodoin on Unsplash

What do you do

In the grotesque face of

Death?

Do you smile, in your dumb shadowy fear?

Do you remain stoic and tight-lipped like a 5th century Grecian?

I got out of my electric car to charge it

And I heard myself emit a sound between a human sigh and a wounded wolf.

Glancing up I caught a man’s eyes

I did not look away.

He removed his eyes quickly

For he’d surely seen something

Feral

In me.

And I ask myself, naked before God,

Before

The world:

What does it take to let go?

To accept this?

To be free?