I met a creature of the mountain.
Small of stature, big, dark, oval-shaped eyes and a long tail.
It reached for me with gnarled hands.
Hands older than its face.
It pulled my soul from my body,
Twisted and elongated it,
Transparent-blue, rainbow, this taffy puller creature stretched me until the last inkling of self slipped free
the clasps of my body.
Free to be together now,
Hare and hare,
Mountain cats,
Birds,
Thistles on the breeze.
Summer turned the fields all to canola so bright the world was nothing but a swirling kaleidoscope of
yellow and blue and green so vivid it surely would have blinded me.
Lady midday in the fields, tall, surveying with her scythe in her hand.
I slithered between her bare feet as a serpent.
Hedgehog, wolf-dog, blackbird, beetle.
Slipping in and out of the river.
Riding on the winds, this creature and I.
One day I will return to my body, but for now there are dances to dance and songs to be sung.
Dew to lick from the wildflowers, honey to borrow from the bees.
Starlight to clothe myself in.