I wonder why it was that long ago I became a watcher of things.
Always watching others do and feel things I wouldn’t or couldn’t do myself.
Always standing off at a distance, isolated, detached.
I envy the wolves for how they experience the world.
Always in such direct contact with their environment,
traveling through their territories,
alert and attuned to all the signs coming in through their senses,
telling them where a rabbit recently passed or the sweet water lay,
revealing a whole universe to them that we can never really know.
But I sit behind glass lenses, filling up notebooks and triplicate forms,
trying to capture the wolves within the pages of my journal.
And what’ll be done with the study when I’m finished?
Once these wolves have been exposed to my world…
what will happen to them ?