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.
Copyright © Vanessa Hollenbach | Year Posted 2013
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