18 September, 2026

Most days,

to anyone who sees me,

I am nothing

but another member

of the human race.

A long,

rigid

face,

body hair

so microscopic,

I may as well be bare flesh.

Blue eyes sitting above the nose,

ankles and knees and opposable thumbs

10 fingers and 10 toes

bitten nails and bony lumps.

Most days,

to anyone who sees me,

I am nothing

but a woman.

Empathetic and wild,

curious and bound

by the body

and the mind.

Today,

If you were to go looking,

you

would

not

see

me.

Today,

I

am

nothing

but

an

animal

sitting on a rock.

saying not a word.

dressed in the heat of the sun.

covered in sand.

bathing in wind.

Allowing my eyes to wander where they will

(my thoughts to follow)

Listening to the waves

as the fresh water writhes and crashes onto the rocky shore

before pulling back and reeling in once more.

Later, I may walk along the creekside,

find a new place to rest;

For now,

that fire in the sky is climbing higher and higher

in it's midday blaze,

and I think I will stay here and sit a while,

a wild animal,

perched on this rock,

lifting my nose to the air,

taking in the day,

breathing in the space and laying down to rest;

Soothed by the sweet lullaby of the world,

I close my eyes

to

see.