I'm collecting wolves and memories,
as I walk this earth-walk......
forest trails and long sandy beaches,
the sound of the waves
forever advancing and retreating
on the shores of my heart.
Inland, I once collected seagulls,
and longed to fly
over the mountains
to the shore.
Once there, I gave away the ceramic birds.
Walking in awe, in outtakes
from Jonathan Livingston Seagull,
along the shore,
I needed them no more.
I began this beach odyssey in 1972,
when I watched Jonathan fly
I belonged heart and soul
to the sea.
My life has been a series
starting over with nothing,
collecting a nest around me,
then flitting to the next place,
the next refuge,
the next home.
I perch on the edge, now, waiting
for the call that will spring me
across the mountaintops
and back home to the sea.
I will take only the barest necessities
wolves and elephants and books,
and enough gratitude and joy
to keep me
for Ella's prompt at Real Toads: Collections I live in one big sunny room, its walls covered with wolves and elephants, its shelves awash with books, Tibetan singing bowls, windows decked in prisms and prayer flags. Everywhere my eyes fall, I see something I love, something that says "one who loves nature lives here".