- The YEAR of The Wolf -

In the Year of the Wolf

there are questions, there is panic,

there is blame, there is fear.

In the Year of the Wolf,

the dark hearts hin and the pure hearts quail,

and the questions still remain.

In the Year of the Wolf,

that which was immutable is insubstantial

and that which was smoke and shadow responds to your touch,

and the questions become insistent

Why now? Why me? Why?

In the Year of the Wolf,

Hours last for minutes, and minutes last for seconds,

and seconds seem to

last forever and ever, and there are questions.

When it's the Year of the Wolf,

You'll punish yourself, praise yourself.

You'll love and hate yourself.

Cry about what you did right,

rejoice about what you did wrong.

And you'll ask yourself who am I,

why am I, and what's the point?

After the Year of the Wolf,

You'll know who you are, why you are,

and what the point is.

But you'll be alone

And alone, you'll may never recognize your answers.

And thus you may never leave ...

the Year of the Wolf.

dr. g

Have you ever heard of the poem - "the Hour of the Wolf" ?

...

It is about the hours between night and dawn,

when more terminally ill folks die, people commit suicide,

babies are born,

and we awake and lie there to think, and ponder,

and our minds drive us crazy.

What seems insurmountable at 4 am,

is more tolerable at noon. 

Here is my version re-written as the Year of the Wolf, reflection our present times of financial strife!