ARRIVING
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There was a wild woman in the garden -
Birds on her head
Neck-deep in dreams
Knee-deep in mud.
Laughing the winds down to whispers
Her body shook the earth
From the bottom of her feet
Into life.
Wrestling with the tyrants of the dark
Her muscles tore to strings
And her blood
Shed warm light.
Loving from every pore and cell,
Her body exploded
Sprinkling the joy of delight
All around.
Weeping an ocean from her deepest soul
Her water fell from cracks
In her well
Of being.
I was careful not to get too close.
The tsunami of her power
Could drown me - or
- sweep me away
from -
myself.
Wash me up on some far island shore
Alone
With the wild woman.
Too late.
I have been tsunamied.
Banged and battered down narrow gorges
Sank and gasped in roiling waves
Thrashed my way through dark
Grasping forests
Stood burning naked on
Endless sand-scapes
To arrive here…
In the eyes of horses who look into me
The ocotillo and mesquite that reach out to me
The trails that fall away and rise again before me
The hot springs half-hidden in the desert that wait for me
The ravens that appear wherever I am and call to me.
She is inescapably within me.
There is a wild woman my garden -
Birds on my head
Neck-deep in dreams
Knee-deep in mud.
Laughing the winds down to whispers
Wrestling with the tyrants of the dark
Loving from every pore and cell
Weeping an ocean from my deepest soul
down narrow gorges
in roiling waves
through dark forests
naked on sand-scapes
Here…
In the eyes of horses
The ocotillo and mesquite
The trails that fall and rise
The hot springs in the desert
The ravens that call to me
Wild Woman
Myself.
Me.
I.
(2015)
I have been ‘away’ engrossed in the work of putting a live theatre production out into the world. (Writing about that to come.) This from a few years ago is the other side of my life.
