Thursday, 8 January 2015

Trawling back through stuff I wrote last year I found this little snatch. I think it came out of a movement workshop.

I walk you
I spring along your paths.
Human, I dance the wolf.
Wolf, I run with human.
We spring along paths.
The mountain stands beneath our feet.
We are rock and wind
And keen scent
And the darting swallow.

At home, a cradle
A cub learning to walk
Lying on the Earth. 

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