I Am Calling You Home

Wake up
Wake up now

This is no time
for waiting or wanting.                              
I am running fast and free
nose to the ground,
I am singing loud and clear
over the old brittle bones
of past lives and past lovers.

I am loving this howling,
this ripeness of being that’s calling you home.

Look up
Look up now

This is no time
for hoping or hesitating.
Come out to the woods
and I will dance for you,
slow and steady,
I will weave your dreams
with mysteries and magic.
I am loving this anticipating,
of your first kisses like smoke on the wind at dawn.

Breathe deeply
Breathe deeply now

Do not be afraid                                           
of my dark places
of my many, many faces,
I will no longer
swallow you whole.
I am remembering the secrets of ages,
of how to contain multitudes
I am loving this unfolding,
of layer upon layer of sacred gifts for you.

Mountain rivers, my eyes
for your awakening,
naked and breathless under the new moon.
Musky autumn leaves, my lips
for your softening,
when life is just too full to talk about.
Wildfire in the making my breasts,
for those moments when
cradling anything else would be a crime.
And my belly, that emerald green sleepy hollow,
your favorite place of all,
secret storage for your laughter and life as yet unspoken.

Come now,
and hurry,
I miss your everything.                               

– Argyll & Bute, Scotland - 2012