Keep Your Wildness Alive

Keep Your Wildness Alive

okay you nun you,

go ahead and pray but don’t forget

after your monastic routine calms

you down to neutral,

don’t forget I’m waiting,

even then, waiting my chance

to pounce on any passion scrap

I see on the street!

I am the heroic delinquent you

pray for, sister.

I am the indolent trickster you chide

and you had better

open your door to me or

you will blow!

But oh, go ahead,

exploding

feels so good—

not your goody good, but the kind

of chaos that makes the stars.

Where do you think you come

from anyway, sister?

Don’t worry it won’t

hurt to be wild— you can

be 100 plus in age and leap

on the page.

Sparks can fly

and the paper stays cool.

Your renegade can do

the strangest things in a poem,

and if anyone

can pin it on you,

they’ll know it made you grow.

So do dare to

please yourself,

dare to give up pleasing

the rest. Who gives a hoot?

You do? Don’t.

Only do have the nerve

to risk and gamble,

frisk and gambol

for the queen of you!

Please the queen, I say! Delight

in your wild wild ways.

Let coyote make you

write something crazy. Be ditzy!

Walk in a thunderstorm looking

for lightning. Soak

in a moonbath of outrageous.

Give your rowdy

center page.

It might turn into

a poem, it might

open up

your whole life!

© Susa Silvermarie

Full Moon February 2014