by Dorothy Trogden for RB
A hungry lion is loose in the streets of May.
How difficult it is for you to know what you require
at any passage of your life
yet something sees and knows and waits
until you open your door and go forward to meet it,
to offer what has been taking shape within you.
Hold out the tempting crumbs in the palm of your hand
and quietly wait until you feel the touch of the velvet muzzle.
Look well at the fur and claw of wildness, your brother.
The stars need darkness or you would not know them.