You told me that I am not happy
or not someone you think of as
happy and I sense that it came from
love or something wanting to be
near it. I struck back when what
I wish I’d said was that young
Saglana from the Taiga forest
walked five miles at minus 34
to get help for her grandma.
She was four and alone along
frozen banks. No fear of
wolves. Nothing but a tight
fist of matches, trekking tundra
and carrying fire that I see and
words turn me back
into song a throat song some
lit thing nearer is all
if you’d asked.