Hope is a meeting with wildness.
You walk through a deep wood,
And there you are eye to eye –
Nose moving slightly trying to get a feel,
Eyes innocent and pure,
A flicker of the ear,
And she’s off with barely a sound.
Suddenly, you feel lighter
As if touched by the wing of a hummingbird.
You enter a different state of mind,
Entranced, transfixed, ethereal.
You begin to feel the connecting filaments,
The silky lightness
And then suddenly you are surrounded,
A whole welcoming committee.
This is where you needed to find yourself.