Grayson Hull

Never have I felt so serene,

As on those long winter nights

Atop that mountain

As the snow fell and the coyotes yelped.

I still recall the stimulation

Of those long, frigid nights.

Winter’s gusts pulling on the tent flaps.

A band of coyotes scrambled through the snow and brush.

In the surrogate womb.

Serenity, security, warmth, growth.

Self-awareness was born.

Once again, I was just a babe.