Wild Girl

Wild Girl

Before she arrived order had tucked everything into it’s place

And instantly all of that was changed

Everywhere she would land disarray

Order became mess

She flew about smiling and having fun

And gave me a hug and told me she loved me and smiled

And made me an completely sugar coated pile of icing with chocolate bits all green and blueberry and red and she laughed when I ate it and happiness covered her all over and then she told me she had learned to count money and could she show me

Immediately we were lost in a table of coins and she left to go home for bedtime was calling and I walked around the house and found pile after pile of places she had left behind of papers and toys and food for the outside animals and her smile and life was all over everything.

Wild Girl had been here, in all her wander of 7 years old, and the place where I had been living with things tucked in was now untucked, out of place, filled with giggles and running about with

 life in all its ways of being and once again I learned how order is another name for death,  and mess and disarray are names given for little spirits that have come out of the box into something that breathes and feels and lets the heart burst into a thousand ways of living as the  sun rises.

Wild Girl’s gift is that uncomfortable feeling of being alive.