A Wild Light

There is fern and rain on my boots. Mosquitoes kiss my cheeks. The dog lopes and leaps. He looks like a black bear and a deer met and mated. Every morning, I walk and walk and walk, awaiting my awakening, as if it will appear before me like a wild light upon the mud and ivy. Perhaps, it is a wild light, - bright, bold, pure, illuminating. I want to see how deep this well is. I have found water, and now I want to swim! Swim toward freedom.