A Wolf, A Selkie

I’m a wild one of this island

I’m a wild one of this island
a wolf amongst the olive groves
gorging on ripe figs dripping with the nectar of life,
the ambrosia of truth you’re refusing to see

I’m a creature of the sea, a selkie
dancing under the full moon
surrendering to the power of waves
created by the storm of life, unmoved

I crawl
I swim
I hunt
I rest
I am free
Here, I am free

I speak to the stars
the sea lets me in on her secrets
the wind blows under my wings
the earth holds me

I am not in control
I am terrified
Yet the uncertainty becomes freeing
the possibilities thrilling
I surrender to the island
while she nudges me to find my footing

My paws grow strong
my body nourished
my heart open, open, open
I’m alive, goddamn, I’m alive

What do I
intend to do
with this
gorgeous,
fleeting,
one-chance
life?

I will feel it all
always and in all ways
until eternity do us part—and beyond
”And I give up my seal skin for no one.”
I vow to thee.