Like smoke curling or a chattering
of starlings, I rush a river. Then sit on
haunches like a cat or potatoes in a field.
Favorite words are: dwell, bodacious,
beloved. My deepest wish pierces earth’s
mantle down to the beating core.
Hurts are shelved like the bones of kin.
I can forgive infidelities, my own, others.
The ego that reigns supreme, my own, others.
I would soar like the falcon, plunge to ground
in a sky fall. Mostly, I just glow with wood’s
bluest flame, hungry as the bird for the air.
I long to walk with the presence of the bear.
And would be constant as the grey wolf.
But am changeable as the phases of the moon.
