About this Poem 

"This poem pays homage to a lone gray wolf who in 2012 was seeking a mate across the vast Pacific Northwest. Along the way he became a symbol and a hero among wolves and Native Americans alike, accruing an almost cultlike status. He was known by the name, 'Journey,' and known to biologists as OR7. There are no sightings of him of late, but I wrote this poem so we don't forget."
—Gerard Malanga

Journey aka OR7

Gerard Malanga

      What's his likeness amongst the north/south divide, amongst the
shifting winter light at high noon?
What's his call in the ghost of his likeness?  When is the full moon
full?  When will the warmth of his paw be a blessing,
his eyes friendly, his look the look of a god?
When will the wild forever be wild in the high rough, in the fallen
bark, in the scrub grass?  How far
will he see from afar in the snow haze?  How far?

Copyright © 2014 by Gerard Malanga. Used with permission of the author. This poem appeared in Poem-A-Day on March 10, 2014. Browse the Poem-A-Day archive.

Gerard Malanga

Gerard Malanga

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Days of nothingness
Days of clear skies the temperature descending
Days of no telephone calls or all the wrong ones
Days of	complete boredom and nothing 
        is happening
Days of	1967 coming to a close in the frigid condition of chest 
        cold and cough
Days of	afternoons in the life of a