Refuse the old means of measurement. Rely instead on the thrumming wilderness of self. Listen.
You have been lost for some time, taking comfort in being home to any wandering thing. Sheep and brown cows
graze your heart pocket. Antelope and bison lap the great lake of your eye. And in your ear the black bear winters.
You name your dawn shadow Rabbit.
You name your dusk shadow Spur.
And the river that cuts you as it runs west you name it Persistence.
Look. If you could bear sobriety, You’d be sober.
If you could bear being a person, you would no longer be an iron bluff.
Do not wander. We are all apportioned a certain measure of stillness.
-Donika Kelly, Bestiary