Author's Notes
In the spring of 1997, Wolfmoon quit her job with the local municipality to take another government job, which meant that we would no longer be working in the same office. We hoped it would be a good change, one that might help her depression. That's where she met a woman (who later chose the name "Wind Dancer" as her tribal name during a camping trip with Wolfmoon and I). They became friends and started having lunch together, and they even went out to dinner a few times, which I thought was a good idea. I hoped that maybe a new friend might also help with Wolfmoon's depression.
It was all quite innocent, until early in the month of June. They had gone out to dinner alone, while I went to the mall to do some last minute shopping for our wedding anniversary that was coming up in a few days. Wolfmoon called me on the phone to say she was on her way home. Then she said that something had happened. They'd had sex. She had allowed Wind Dancer to seduce her. At the time, I didn't really get upset with her. I figured it lessened some of the guilt I felt. And that I probably deserved this after what I had done with Lust woman the year before.
Wolfmoon wanted an open relationship, thinking that she could spend time with Wind Dancer, while I could finally be with Lust woman. Nice idea, except for the fact that my obsession with Lust woman had pretty much died, since she'd gotten married.
My biggest fear was being alone, so I did nothing to stop their affair. Wolfmoon suggested that we spend time with Wind Dancer, which we did. She was a likeable person and I cared about her.
We were at Wind Dancer's house and Wolfmoon fell. We'd thought she had broken her ankle. Wind Dancer took us to the hospital and sat with me in the waiting room. It turned out that the ankle wasn't broken, just a very bad sprain.
The painting on the emergency waiting room wall inspired this poem. It was a really cool painting, one that just sucked you right into it.
