Wild One

There is a wild one inside me, a wild spirited woman . . .

I am the horse in cantor, continually moving over the internal landscape . . . ready to run a full gallop to the edge of the cliff, halt in the blink of an eye, or break away from the edge unfurling strong wings to take to the currents.

I am the hovering hummingbird, dynamically static in the air, keenly aware and fiercely protective of the territorial domains.

I am the clever crow, the knower of secrets, the impish sage of the sky who follows the unswerving destination into the void and back again . . . The single mouth with many voices.

I am the loyal, genuine-hearted dog who lays down her life for her pack, nurtures and cares for her young, tends the den . . . The scientist of the air who sniffs the way before and keeps an enthusiastic wag in her tail.

I am the wild goose with courageous and strong heart staying the impossible course, flying by the call, navigating by moon and stars with equipment deep inside . . . The partner who remains when the wing of the loved one lies limp on the ground.

I am one of the little ones all furry and scurry . . . The light-footed phantoms stealing their way through spaces and dark places unnoticed . . . Wedging themselves into cracks and in-between places to take up an ancestral vigil in the stillness.

I am the wind silently invisible and powerfully noticed when stirred to tempestuous proportion . . . I refresh and enliven when I breath into a life.

I am the sun in my soul, I am the waters in my veins, and the earth in my bones.

I am a wild one . . .