Immersed

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

Barefoot.

No mirrors

Just freedom.

True.

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,

Alive,

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.

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Anything

Wild and free can be anything.

To me it is wandering in the woods off trail.

Eating fresh raspberries and blueberries

While listening for wild animals that may come.

As a young girl,

Taking off alone to

Ride that beautiful white mare

Bareback up mountainsides so steep

And through Forests so deep.

Her mane in my bare hands and my legs holding tight with every change in direction

And lunge.

Giggling when I turned corners and almost falling off

When she reared.

Finding bear tracks in mine upon returning back to where I

Started.

Catching the curious eyes of a lynx

And hearing the thump of a beaver tail,

The squeak of a porcupine in a tree.

The sweet smell of dirt and rain

And the silence of heaven in the wind singing in my ears.

Trusting myself and the earth.

In those wild and free moments

I died and was reborn again and again.

They saved me from death.

I understand now.