Awareness First

Awareness of cold and biting pain Ruthless purpose of wind and pouring rain A wolf cries out to his moon again I am outside, alone and vaguely afraid. When thunder strikes and hael hits earth Flashes of light do fear and moaning birth Waters angrily crashing through hostile firth I am outside, alone and vaguely afraid. Pupils dilated for the dark and danger Peace and light – which is stranger? I am this wild place’s only ranger I am outside, alone and vaguely afraid. My frame I glimpse in a window’s reflection Not feral, not savage but far from perfection At once I observe a mental correction: I am outside, alone and very afraid.