I remember long ago the wildness of unfiltered love.
When the judgements that shape my days in a thousand ways had not yet fixed their grubby hands around my neck.
How fully I breathed then!
How sweet it was to be alive!
When my steps were quick and light, forever taking me in different directions, as I chased down one new fascination after another, after another.
That was the mythical time before my inner landscape had been enclosed.
When my mind was open territory as yet unmarked by the colonisers’ heavy stamp.
A free world without man-made, made-up borders to keep us all, at once, hemmed in, and locked out, from one another.
Before the scourge of hierarchy and shame had taken their toll on my poor psyche.
Can you remember that time too?
Maybe not in words or pictures or facts that can be laid out in black and white like items on a shopping list, but in a feeling of wonder that lifts your soul skyward whenever you forget what you think you should remember?
Back then we were dancing and laughing and casting magic spells so enchanting that even the sternest of adults with the hardest of hearts softened a little for a while.
Back then we trusted ourselves and knew that the life we were made of was good and our bodies were holy shrines that could never be wrong.
That was the time before.
And it will be the time after.
But what of this long and restless in-between?
If we loosen our grip on the agonies of the here and now long enough, might we just be able to reach back far enough to touch it again?
And know once more how it feels to succumb to the wild pleasure of unfiltered love?
To receive any new poems I write via email, please click here.