Sunday, November 16, 2008
It is Time
I think it is time to remember
our wildness.
To take off our clothes
and run through the forest
and let the trees brush
over our skin,
feel its rough scars,
its tender bruises,
and look the animals
in the eye,
naked to naked,
return growl for growl,
to claim the stars
as our own
as if we had made them
and placed them there
in their wheels,
and recite songs in trance
and find someone to love.
Dorothy Walters
November 16, 2008
I think it is time to remember
our wildness.
To take off our clothes
and run through the forest
and let the trees brush
over our skin,
feel its rough scars,
its tender bruises,
and look the animals
in the eye,
naked to naked,
return growl for growl,
to claim the stars
as our own
as if we had made them
and placed them there
in their wheels,
and recite songs in trance
and find someone to love.
Dorothy Walters
November 16, 2008
