Getting the Wolf Out
               —for Tirzah Goldenberg

How is the dream formed─

At the edge of the visible?

Within a shattering
  and joining back together?

The person does not really change

It is the discovery
  of the threats to it

of what eats at the heart's

You heard the forlorn sounds
  of late birds singing

You opened the door
  to a tempest of snow

A rational soul
  you were lead by your thirst for home

Haunted by the boundaries
  of a continuum

by all of the shadows
  that still remain tangible