A woman alone in nature
Is a curious thing.
All guards come down,
Original thought goes up the
Abounding hills overrun with life.
The blanket I lay on
Seems the only division,
Human soul meets Mother’s soil
In the only natural unity.
A woman alone in nature
Is bound to feel small,
Until an ant across her paper
Brings full conciousness of her shell.
The wind blows beneath my clothes and,
Yet, my body is unresponsive,
While my mind is running
Up and down these mounds.
A woman alone in nature,
Has lost her sense of self.
She’s sent it away for a short while,
So I can breathe again.
Written October 7, 2010. Alaina Perez.
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