This is an old poem that has never seen the light of day. It caught my attention this morning because I have always had a peculiar fondness for it, and it seems I am back in the same space that the poem describes.
A Wolf, A Woman, and Windows
There was a time
when I stayed home,
raising children
while husband roamed
for our living.
Not long ago,
drove a winding
country road, where
gravel crunched then
smoothed to high
mountain meadow.
Lone wolf loped
across that field,
stopping on occasion,
to peer back at me
as I watched from
driver’s side window.
Now, like that wolf,
I peer back at woman
who stayed home
with her children,
trying to get a fix
on strange creature
who insists
on seeing me through
her too narrow
window.
Elizabeth Crawford 2/5/09
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