Monthly Archives: September 2017



Life experienced

In so many little ways.

Taste and touch,

Scent and sight.

I hope you savor every one,

Every moment

When possible.



She was born in the wild,
Immersed in nature from first breath.


No mirrors

Just freedom.


You see,

She was the wild.

People tried to change her.

They tried to shorten her breaths,

Her wonder.

She bounded too high

Her steps held no path in mind.

Over downed trees she would leap without a

Second thought.

Scratches from sticker bush and branches

Made her laugh.

Brambles in her hair.

And her heart raced at the sight of the bear

And the squirrel;

All the same in the wild.

All one living and breathing being,


For together they felt the dirt

On their bare skin. Raw.

The berries and the fiddle fern

Filled her appetite.

Cold mountain waters quenched her thirst.

The wild was her foundation, her breath,

Her heart, her skin.

Her stillness.

She is the wild.



Her secret is this,
(Though she has been set free)

Sometimes she longs for the

False safety of her prison

Yet wakes up at night in

A sweat

From a nightmare

That she has returned.

Sleep does not welcome her


After that.


Motionless for fear of

Being caught,

She will not blink.

Covers soaked and wrapped around her as if

Some magical

Shield from monsters and beasts.

In the darkness she hides.

She prays

For peace within

A prison of a

Different sort.



I stand at the edge of 

All that I know

And peer expectantly into forever,

Hoping to catch you glancing

At me.

 I savor those


A look between you and


And all is said

There in your eyes.

All that I need.

And hearts still beat,

And lungs still breathe.
And no one knows that time has stopped


Until our eyes

Blink once again.