who is wild woman now?
who is wild woman now?
wild woman is the perfection of orange sunlight coming through dog-slobber-stained window
a chrysalis of remembering presence
emerging from the false sense of protection
that is solitude
the bravery of entering a new day
eyes open
wings emerging from the darkness
of letting be
letting go,
who and what was
no.
nature does not force reproduction
or integration
nature does not hurry the wings of baby birds
or the buds of spring time flowers
nature is the truth of wild women
the same essence
of letting fall fall fall away the folly of thinking it all has to be done
now
and right
wild woman is pure to the core of nostalgia meeting wanderlust
a dreamer
and a dying breed of missing what was
longing for the simple silence of knitting socks to warm our toes
and collecting twigs on windy days
acknowledging the blessing of storms
for how they give us exactly what we need
wild woman is brave in her attempt to be seen
as she is not actually attempting a thing
she moves like a river
swallowing up twinkling sunlight dancing upon the crest of tiny waves
and leaving it all behind
it is not hers
and it is all, ours
wild woman feels the pulse of perfect timing
in each breath
the gift of renewal in each tender awakening
the presence of cracking open
emerging from the gooey place of dying
wild woman knows death is not taut;
it is loose and free
no timeline can predict it’s lure
or protect the hearts of grieving bodies
wild woman
knows transformation in its most radical forms
imprinting upon the place within our wombs
a welcome sense of hope spreads its fertile seeds upon the bodies
of all the wild women’s brave enough to know
and see that transformation takes bravery
takes vulnerable hands of self
on the tender hearts of our own bodies
wild woman knows nothing if she does not know meeting herself where she is
over
and over again
wild woman lives within us all
like a tiny seed of forever possibility
a constant witness to what is
knowing that what is now
is not forever
wild woman knows spontaneous healing
and catastrophic endings
she knows everything in-between
and holds it all
with fierce loyalty to the present moment
knowing knowing knowing
the mirage of exhaling
and inhaling
is what cradles us now
not forever
life is for the living
and dying, too
was meant for us to celebrate
not because we want to say goodbye
to places
or people
or old beliefs about who we were
but because dying is transformation
it is the embarking and breaking free from a claustrophobic symphony of not quite yet
but soon
wild woman does not force,
like nature,
the opening of what was once wounded
she let’s life find her
through the tiniest pinholes of awakening
like the hot orange sun
warming chilled spring mornings
wild woman emerges one wing at a time
from the chrysalis of time standing still
or so it seems to do so when she awakens from a sleeping state;
dark and calm
oblivious and sure
wild woman
spreads her wings in time to free herself from what had to be
in order to become
and she lives within us all
breaking apart from death
in the most intentional way
without rushing
or trying
her walls fall
and sunlight catches her wings
in the same breath that she remembers how to fly
a knowing of what has always been within
wild woman stares out the dog-slobber-stained window
taking into her retinas the orange of morning light
a flutter of her own wings
beat inside her heart
and she smiles
knowing who she is now
