When we raised our heads
the sky broke through
and we saw God.
We stood on stilts
and remembered our names.
But then we saw gashes
in the garden below
and heel marks
from heavy boots.
We saw wolves and coyote
pacing in circles,
watching our eyes.
And we threw off our stilts
and danced around the fire
till Gaia was smooth and warm –
and in the circle of creatures
we remembered their names.
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(c) 1995, 2011 Betty Hayes Albright
Seasonings 
I liked this poem because it is deep. It also gave be an uncomfortable feeling. In a good 2way – you made me feel. Even if it was a bit unpleasan. Thanks 🙂
Are you published yet? In a book?
Maggie
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Hi Maggie – thanks for the comment! Sorry you had a mixed reaction to the poem, but you’re probably not alone in that. It’s about my perception of humanity’s need to reconnect with nature – with more recognition and respect than mankind has given it in our modern civilization. To answer your question, (thank you for asking) I had a chapbook of poetry decades ago, and was in a few little magazines over the years. But these days I’m content to just sharing with others online. 🙂
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I loved this very much I connected to our mother because we are a part of the oneness thank you kindly
Moon
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Thank you for liking my poem – your comment is very meaningful to me.
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beautiful … soulful … i remember.
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