SOMETHING

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something inside me wakes up

when I take a long walk
on the edge of a river
listening to birdsong
the whisper of grasses
the soft laughter of water

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something inside me wakes up

when the eagle lifts
from the old cottonwood snag

something that had been asleep
trapped inside four walls

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something which had almost forgotten
the scent of wildness on the air
and being warmed by the sun

so you need not wait up for us 

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something and I will be back
when we are good and tired and ready

 

 

© patty forsberg