Finally, there is moving water here.
And my heart, unhinging. From winter.
This winter, I would say, but aren't they all long? We are mammals, after all.
This time of year is full of craving.
I feel especially animal, as we together, on this farm, in this landscape, wait.
For fresh growth.
Walking up to the field, scavenging, I bring back so many Queen Anne's Lace burrs
full. of. seed.
on my clothes, my fur.
This hunger is holy is the body,
but we aren't designed for any kind of cold.
My heart, flowing, feels natural, too.
It moves with the water, again and for always.