Ease

When the meadow moves with bear,

wildness leaps

within you.

It is a heavy yearn.

 

Sometimes 

it seems so close —

what you have longed for, 

a scent 

you can almost 

taste

on a calm day.

 

But then` 

the wind tumbles like a drum

with you in it,

a stretched skin hurtling down the valley,

clouding the sun —

all of it 

rushing to ruffle 

the dark night of bear.

 

Watch.

As she gives over to its colors,

inhaling every hue in every gust,

the singing sedges sway 

closer

as if to share in her 

repose.

 

Your own wildness

is known here,

kin 

among stems and surrender. 

You belong to the inexplicable

ease, 

untamed, 

in each moment.

It is the longing itself 

that hums us all

home.