Here, wilderness hangs around, just outside the door
indeed reaches in through the windows
and touches you deep, deeply touched
by the ancient pathways birds have flown
and the way of wild freedom in all hearts that ever beat
to the tunes of the Universe in her silent motherhood
the cradling of her children, all made from her dust
held close to her ******* who's milk all suckles
and lives a tamed wilderness who hangs around
doors and , just inside, outside, windows.