Poetry, memoir,blogs and photographs from my world on the west coast of Canada.
Saturday, September 18, 2010
That Farther Shore
His white grizzled snout twitches in his sleep and his legs spasm and pedal. Awake, he can only hobble, but, in his dreams, he still lopes along forest trails and long sandy beaches stretching to forever. In his dreams, he is exploring that farther shore that's coming ever closer, where he will free the wolf-pup in his soul and run joyously beside the sea once more.