Wildly
The grass reaches to greet me as I tumble to my knees, grasp the soil, the roots dig my hands into the earth, pull out stars. At the end of the driveway, staring down the empty street wind blowing my hair with whispers asking me to leave asking me to stay asking me to do something bigger than people my age do asking me to do something bigger to feel something wilder I want to say yes and go - not to any place - I want to be the wind itself. Envelop me! Please, wind, take me in; Make me feel again. Thunder claps and the winds threaten to fulfill my wish. The chaos of nature my nature, your nature steady as the wind takes me in and shows me its underbelly disordering my last resolve; tidying up the mess within, laying waste to all self-doubt finding and finessing the Wild I dream about. ©2025 @StaceyBattlestheWorld
