Pachamama

Let them christen us crazy.

Insanity is easily

the closest I've ever been to freedom.

Let them fear what they cannot control.

Let them hear our cries of midnight howl

as they cower from the confines of comfort.

There is no home for Wild there.

I am my Mother's child;

dirt beneath my fingernails,

flowers in my hair.

To the salt of her embrace,

I return

her prodigal daughter.