I woke this morning with
a yen to swim
in the Indian Ocean, to lick
the tile walls of Morocco, sunbathe
nude on the side of a grassy hill overlooking
the coast of Africa. I wanted to tear
silk underwear to shreds
and tie the rags to the tail
of a kite—
sing to purring elephants at dawn
and ride caterpillars to the tops
of mossy trees. I woke this morning,
then stepped outside
—never happier to be home.
6 thoughts on “i woke this morning with a yen”
Yes! Love this, Carin, thank you.
I know you appreciate ‘home’… (and who can blame you!)
Beautiful and I get to see it and ejoy it all summer .
I love the ‘view from here’ of your beautiful birch…