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.