Delta Buffalo
boyd miller
Standing by the fire untended
we hear wolves calling to us
in the wilderness of our fears
touching our hearts beckoning
to another world beyond
our penthouse and Porsche
above the valley of desperation.
And in our travels alone
sometimes we lose ourselves
abandoning the easy path to cross
rivers cold and soft against our souls
trailing the scent of buffalo
to their home between the rivers
deltas of protection.
Until we like them
lose our way and sink anonymously
into the mires of our mistakes
peacefully awaiting
the calls that tell us it is done
surrendering to the sacred fate
circling to bring us back again.
