i’m drawing a line, red-laced with berries
a jagged fire-green boundary, vast and
holding many secrets
from now on, i endeavor to let her be my hedge.
she grows freely, this creature – offers
endless bird-fruits in the fall
she grows freely in the hills, this creature – she may hurt you
if you’re careless.
from now on i claim her as my hedge.
divide me from the ones who say
nature is for controlling
from now on i’ll let her divide me… when i need to
…from those who say shrubs are for trimming into
…from those who say nature belongs to them; that we
…from those who think that plants must be undying
from now on i shall let this creature meander between that world, and the one i want to live in
let her wander on her own unruly accord
let her remind me that there are those who want to tame
and there are those of us who want to let it be.
so that’s where i’ll be
beyond the thorny red-berry hedge
whispering tales with the wild ones
who live and die so freely.
i don’t consider myself a poet, but sometimes it’s fun to try.
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