Wolves, Lower Shawna Khalily
The poem of course is my own. I wrote it for Mrs. Dr. Omed in 1997 before she became my Missus and before I accepted the virtual mantle of the Reverend and Doctor Omed. It is one of the poems in the book I wrote for her, An Army, with Banners. The image above is of a woodcut print made by the printmaker and artist Shawna Khalily. Mrs. Dr. Omed and I first met Shawna and first saw her work at Day’s Espresso and Coffee on Bardstown Road in Louisville, the day she hung her show on the walls of the coffeehouse. We knew that day one of those prints would be coming home with us, and last Sunday, the last day of her show, we just happened to wander in as Shawna arrived to take down her art. The print pictured above went into our car. It now hangs on our wall, where I can see it as I type this. I’m so happy I could howl.
*As Charles Simic wrote in one of his poems, and as my friend Clarissa Pinkola Estes reminds us in her book, Women Who Run With The Wolves:
He who cannot howl will not find his pack.