He who cannot howl, will not find his pack.*
Charles Simic

As the tamed horse
still hears the call of her wild brothers
and as the farmed goose flaps hopeful wings
as his sisters fly overhead,
so too, perhaps,
the wild ones amongst us
are our only hope in calling us back
to our true nature.**
Joel McKerrow

Why can’t we be more like the “good” children?
Why can’t we just learn like all the others?
Why all the questions?
Why can’t we fit in?
Why can’t we just do our job?
Why can’t we enjoy having a good time and being comfortable?
Why can’t we admit we’re just too old for that?
Why can’t we not be trouble to others?

howl
Howl
HOWL –
Inside,
Deep down, struggling
to keep it in –
Got to let it out.

I hear your howl,^
Can you hear mine?

*Clarissa Pinkola Estés’ Women Who Run With the Wolves;
**The Northumbria Community‘s Morning Prayer: meditation for Day 29;
^A howl is my epithet for real possibility for our lives, not normally found on our civilised job lists.