Once upon a time
there was a lonely fox; she was
lonelier than a wooden rowboat in a field.
She happened to come to a hill,
and fell in love with the first wolf she saw.
Already she loved its long lashes
and its freckled wrinkles,
but the eyes stopped her.
Apart from God nobody ever
found those eyes as beautiful
as did this child–like beast.
So at night the fox went up the hill,
stopped before the set of eyes,
and never moved from there any more.
She had wanted a life of chasing butterflies,
but instead stood by one mustard iris.
When, at last, the wolf opened its mouth
it was not to kiss the fox
but to let the world crawl in.
About the Author: Mark Yakich has worked in the European Parliament and has degrees in Political Science, West European Studies, and Poetry. His first book, Unrelated Individuals Forming a Group Waiting to Cross (Penguin 2004), was a winner of the 2003 National Poetry Series and includes the poem "Fable." A new chapbook, The Making of Collateral Beauty, will be published by Tupelo Press in January 2006. For more information, visit Mark's website.
"Fable" copyright © 2004 by Mark Yakich. This poem may not be reproduced in any form without the author's express written permission.