i shatter again
so i collect my new parts
with a smile;
cheeks rosy – the wilderness of Wild Woman within reflecting back to me –
She is a noble wolf;
teaches me the indigenous Natural Woman
and my uncontainered
compassion, fierceness, intuition, and protection.
pieces on the soil glimmer back to me, not at me;
they call out to the Mother inside,
“rebuild us, nourish us”
my pieces are me and i my pieces.
Lo and behold,
i am a mosaic!
my sharp interludes welcoming each other
up the forest trees
exhausted up an opening.
and a new reality
lies before Us.
She is raw Wild beauty;
and so she howls back to the Moon
and runs to the Wind.