eight years

you are the child of the jackal,
the restless wildness of the dust summer wind
you are the child of animals
four legged devotion, a dog on your bed at night
the pillow makes space for the animals
your headspace is sacrificed in their best interests
the explorer after the dusk brings us indoors
the collector of branches
the carrier of firewood
the believer of woodash stars
a gentle footprint, a graceful walk on this earth
a new vision of this grey, overworked world.