In some small, hidden part of yourself
you can remember.
What it felt like to play.
To run with excitement, feet dancing over the ground, arms and heart
You can recall how it felt to pretend.
How you crawled like bears and tigers,
clambering over rough ground,
playing chase with
You can still feel
your small body
falling exhausted and strong into bed
sweet dreams ready to dance in your head.
And then it happened. The world pressed too hard on one so young, so malleable.
And your smile got smaller and smaller, and your laughter got quieter and less frequent,
until it hardly came at all anymore.
And you were assimilated.
A little, wild soul swallowed up
by an ordered and controlled culture.
A rock carrier, working hard,
a cog in a great wheel turning and turning.
And I’m sorry that happened to you. To us. It’s not fair.
No one asked us. No one wondered if that’s what we wanted for our simple and beautiful lives.
I want more. I want all of us to want more.
We shouldn’t feel old and worried and sad and pathetic.
No matter our age.
We should be vibrant, and happy, and powerful, and courageous.
We should wear our pride like badges in our smiles and growl like tigers when confronted.
We should smell like wood smoke and honeysuckle,
and walk barefoot over soft moss and tough rocks,
wear smudges of soil on our sun kissed cheeks and dip
regularly into sweet streams, spring fed and deep.
We are all born wild,
rooting for breast milk like small furry animals,
led by our only instinct,
the need for love.
Run wild and throw off your shackles.
Listen only to the blood singing in your veins.
Plunge your hands wrist deep into soft soil
and breathe in the scent of life.
Open your mouth to the sky and drink nothing but rain.
You are a member of this planet.
A child of the earth.
Thank you for listening,