You know the path.
It is the voice
that is sometimes a whisper
sometimes a scream
reverberating
through the canyon
that is your soul.

It is the pull
the push
the nudge
that beautiful
nagging
wild thing
that won’t let you be.

Thank the stars
that it won’t let us be.
It’s like a faraway home
calling you back and back
The one you’ve never been to
and didn’t know you deserved.
It’s that inward fire
connected to infinity
that tenacious cosmic flame
that you know burns stronger
Because of your recognition of it.
Tend that flame.
Honor the nudges.
Head for that home.
Let the wild thing be wild.