She was born in the wild,
Immersed in nature from first breath.
She was the wild.
People tried to change her.
They tried to shorten her breaths,
She bounded too high
Her steps held no path in mind.
Over downed trees she would leap without a
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.
She is the wild.