Becoming known

Wild and scratched in the underbrush

Heart racing, fur matted in blood

I wait

For you.

I see patches of you.

And what is most wounded will in time

Come out and want to be seen, at first.

Then held and learned of, slowly,

And then known and loved,

Fully.

And I may see your eyes unblinking for the first time

In clear day.


And then, when courage has filled me, I’ll ask, in some way, the same of you.