Please enjoy this short piece of writing about my childhood growing up in the suburbs of Massachusetts. It explores themes of independence, aloneness, childhood, discovering nature and one's innate wildness.
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While I stood here, in the open, lost in myself, I must have looked a long time Down the corn rows, beyond grass, The small house, White walls, animals lumbering toward the barn. I look down now. It is all changed. Whatever it was I lost, whatever I wept for Was a wild, gentle thing, the small dark eyes Loving me in secret. It is here. At a touch of my hand, The air fills with delicate creatures From the other world.