Woman and Wild
I can't tell you
the first time the
wild
whispered into
my
tiny child heart
because the wild
has always been
here...
always an undeniable
aliveness tucked just
behind my ribs
stretching from
collar bone into the
rich bowl of my (now)
crone woman hips.
we occupy each other
as woman and wild
creating spaces
where life flourishes
each of us
utterly
unique
each of us
utterly
interdependent
each of us
utterly
at home
© 2018 Tracie Nichols
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