There are no wolves in Germany,
said the man in the clock shop, before
offering a deer instead. I lamented:
Then who will sing to the moon?
Not those twin billows, duality of melodious
mourning mounted within this box
of Black Forest bark, tied to a grinding
mechanism ever-weighed down by
a gravity of coniferous magnitude.
I’d lost track of time ‘tween Rhinefall
and Heidelberg and sought the means
of stealing back the past. But
this is the time I’ve been granted, a
movement of remembrance to bear
back home, a slice of ordinality thusly
souvenired. I could not return
empty-handed, holding the hours I lost.
Alone, I count the Hirsch-headed seconds
segregated into backs and forths, wishing
for a wooden wolf to help me keep the time.
Pushcart Prize nominee Ash Krafton‘s poetry and short fiction have appeared in various literary and genre publications. She’s also the author of novel-length fiction, including the Demimonde trilogy as well as The Heartbeat Thief, an historical fantasy written under the pen name AJ Krafton. She’s a member of SFPA and resides in the heart of the Pennsylvania coal region with her family and bossy German Shepherd dog. Visit her at www.ashkrafton.com.