I never saw a wild thing sorry for itself. A small bird will drop frozen dead from a bough without ever having felt sorry for itself. D. H. Lawrence
if life and death are a circular route
without a beginning or an ending
and if we may choose what we’ll
be the next time we pass through
let me be a wild thing
that nature will fully support
I’ll have a home of my own
making, no mortgage that
will strangle and worry,
food I will forage for
and find as life provides
my head not cluttered
with thoughts of lack
and measuring myself
against my neighbor
I won’t need a walk-in
closet for excess clothing
and shoes that bind and
hurt my feet; I’ll just
be me and that will
be enough
I’ll soar with wings
because I can or
paw the earth and
smell its wealth of
gifts to make things
grow and unfold
my hooves will
gallop with unparalleled glee
feeling the wind as I pick
up speed and know I am
free to come and go,
to just be me
Abhra hosts Poetics today at dVerse Poets and asks us what would we like to come back as if we had the choice: http://dversepoets.com/2016/02/02/poetics-coming-back/