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Something Wild


one night
with the blinking eye of God
peering down on me
I waded through the darkness
laden with burdens
literal
figurative

my shoulders slouched
my heart was heavy

the night was a whirling mist
I was a phantom haunting
the darkness
that clung to me

but then the night shifted
my head lifted
I saw the blinking beacon
of God's watchful one eye

I caught myself
stopped in my steps
felt the cold seep in
felt the silence wrap its arm's around me
heard the wind whispering in my ears
knowing very well the wind tossed the world
in spite of everything
in spite of myself

I felt
something stir within
I glanced up into the blinking eye of God
my parcels spilled across the wet ground

and I became more wild
as the human part of me
was absorbed into God's great eye

as I scurried away
I tucked
my long glossy red tail behind me

this night magic
I was to repeat
every month
on the first sliver
of the new moon
when the blinking eye of God
would always make of me
something new
something beautiful
something wild.


Copyright December 29, 2014 All Rights Are Reserved By This Author
Meloo/Melissa A Howells Straight from her Tilt-a-World
All Ideas/Poetry/Prose/Rants are the Legal Property of this Writer.
This Idea Came to Me on A Moonlit Walk Home (laden with cares) in The Thick Portland Mist
 
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