Chasing the beast
exasperated at her persistence in evasion
(Yet empathetic toward her yearning to dismantle the pickets)
Inhaling brisk air,
I freeze.
Eyes wide
Broad smile
And a scream of joy!
I AM FREE!
The beast rejoices with me.
A victorious romp up the small hill
Into the brush.
Collapsed into a heap,
I feel the softened clods beneath my neck.
Chills that travel the length of my back
Incite a spasm.
Involuntary or intentional?
It is impossible to tell.
But I am laughing.
And crying simultaneously.
The beast nuzzles my chin.
Cole, what I see is that the beast is actually part of you. And you describe it so beautifully. Yes, the sensations may not be an epiphany, but freedom always brings its own relief - no matter how small.
~Chelle~
