goddess of wild

in happiest and harshest of spells
wild goddess emerges revealing herself
uncomfortable with customs of civilization
development, progress, sophistication
of writings and walls, of stations and stalls
civilization to life is control to soul

when wild goddess rattles my door
i instinctively regret my horror
calm myself, sense her energy obscure
a mood i might have dreamt before
closet of my sinister secrets now adorned

she makes no pretend to play nice
grabbing my heart, squeezing tight
with crows knocking on my head
nailing my motley plight of dread
mock me and flock me to web

i can’t help but to not flee, she being
a vital diversion from solemnity
goddess’ gift so brutal to earn
curiosity calls me to deeply discern
her mystical life lesson to learn

raven shrill-sounds out her alarm
prompting wild goddess to charm
to humbly extend her heavenly arm
for raven to take comfort in perch
the two silent as one in ravine of birch

my body dangling in vine manacles
entwined in ivy-climbed maples
arboreal licorice fern and sweet cicely
a cooper’s hawk in nest above sings
his lone clarion call clearly rings

‘i’m empty and lost,’ i mutter
goddess offers maple’s flower cluster
we graze as stems stick in our throats
we cough up three big horned goats
followed by a pack of sly coyote

the boss intrudes on the phone
‘no, i’m ok… i’m all alone’
tell him all’s good as can be
no doubt he cannot perceive
this supernatural mystery

wild goddess requests marijuana
bud, kush, nug, q, indica, ganja
i smoothly roll a big blond blunt snug
a burrowed mountain beaver stirs and grunts
rattlesnakes begin their dusk prowl hunt

no unmanned nature habitation
no lingering primal sensations
no eternal pristine paradise
no hope returning primeval life
nothing left but futile strife

share the toke, cough, laugh again & again
as we forget the known & know the forgotten
delirium only numbs the pain
release my older age’s guilty strain
mind the age carved on my brother’s grave

wild goddess softly soothes my grief
in her bag of hard-stem bulrush weave
hands me a lethal, hollowed water hemlock pipe
and june berries drier, salmonberries riper
to songs of crickets, tree frogs and vipers

i wild gingerly place the toxic straw to my lips
as bush birds nibble on nootka rose hips
douglas squirrel caches hazelnuts
eagles feed eaglets herring guts
i sip from creek then snuggle into pine hut

redwood sorrel leafs close as moon arrives
dogwood blooms wail like a million bee hives
bedding down near big horned sheep
coyote howls cooper’s hawks to sleep
my mind empties, my journey to be steep

ants trek from sandhills to trillium seeds
primordial horsetail & swordfern in fields
creek babble echoes at toe of clay hill cut
shrooms of chanterelle, honey, and truffles
all life trances to rhythmic primal pulses

wild goddess dances with branches in wind
i dance in moon visions as rain trickles in
ghost fox’s ears stand heeding raven’s warnings
woodpecker drills snags in unsynchronized timings
osprey frolics nimble cloud landings

giddy with madness and pain in mid-dance
maple trunk thrusts off her hefty maple branch
wind and clouds twirl it in mid-air
hail pounds its leafs off bare
lightning strikes crashing it everywhere

as wild goddess rips out my heart
i cannot let my thinking start
my having bled so long
she makes my heart pain gone
atop my wound she places moss on

brother re-asks, ‘why’d you let me die?
leaving me trapped in wind and sky?’
wild goddess channels through me:
‘i’m sorry, i was sated surviving
‘i’m sorry, i’m sorry, i’m sorry…’

ode for raw loss & regret
discord of vexing dissent
longing for beasts of yore
opus of roaring lore
earth’s wild spirit all bore

now i too am wild:
raven eyes
fox feet
coyote ears
moss skin
tree and creek with

wild goddess sways her body, humming
i wake in duff clenching reed poisoning
crow with my hair tousled in beaking
my face dried with cold tears
cheeks ache from stoned cheers
hawk watches sharply from near

in happiest and harshest of spells
wild goddess emerges revealing herself
uncomfortable with customs of civilization
development, progress, sophistication
of writings and walls, of stations and stalls
civilization to life is control to soul

ria

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