napowrimo poem 20: exquisite freedom

write a poem in the voice of a member of your family.

the song of the dog and/or child

there have been moments
of such exquisite freedom
since i came to this place off the thick dirt road

to live on a slope
surrounded by bog
and birch stand and mysterious undergrowth

what i cannot say
but feel all through me
is complete instinct: race the water’s edge

i follow my heart
til She calls my name
directing my return – i am love, i am rage