Wednesday, January 12, 2011

31 Winter Poems: Poem 12

photo credit: pixomar


sometimes I can feel the ferocious woman pulsing inside me

waking wild eyed from sleep

to face a brand-new day

ready to explore winding roads that line the earth,

wearing corduroys and cowboy boots,

saving conversation for strangers on diner stools

dancing fearlessly in a crowd of revelers,

strobe lights glittering above me while I move in slow motion,

never tiring of the buzz and the beat

diving into the ocean,

swimming deeper past fish and coral and sunken ships,

remembering every sacred breath I have taken.