Monday, February 16, 2015

and we remember.

I keep a copy of Clarissa Pinkola Estes' "Women Who Run With the Wolves" by my bed, and tend to read and ponder short passages before drifting off to sleep. I feel that keeping the Wild Woman in my mind as I fall into slumber allows a certain focus to my dreams, and clarity. On the back cover of my tattered paperback copy (obtained at a yard sale), an anonymous, previous reader has inscribed an untitled, presumably original, poem. I've dubbed it "and we remember", since remembering is such an important part of the re-wilding process. Here it is:


canyon wall & shielded caves,
dripping with shadows from
a silver moon

and we remember

peaks penetrating
mist-filled clouds,
the alpine fields
speckled red &
jewelled green
in cradles of mountain
mystery peaks.

knowing well.

our journey flows
through caps of white
immersed in our own
blue highway,
our path so held
and our moments so kept
and together we create
a reality from
our building blocks of beauty.