Going Native Osceola County

I want to walk the land
meets its animals and learn
their songs. Snakes
there must be and gators
hook-billed birds stalking
the verge of lakes and rainfall
ponds, candy-colored eyes
rolling within wrinkled leather
sockets. It would be easy
to be naked here, sun-browned
as my distant cousins the anoles
throat throbbing in warning
to other wildmen: avoid my range.
Slash pine and sand live oak
right to the water’s edge
and the shallow, muddy slope
to shoulder-depth water
bathtub warm, detecting turtles
with my new, electric senses,
son of a catfish, basking while
clouds pile, warring humidity
from the Gulf and the Atlantic
rubbing, rising like cats
hissing with lightning and warning
with thunders, letting the pulse
of the body-deep thrums realign
my heart beat and my spine
into something less rigid
becoming a child of the season
stick-thin and utterly adaptable.

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a poet from Seattle Washington USA. His poetry has appeared in print in publications such as Bellowing Ark, Point Nopoint, and most recently in Contraposition magazine. When not writing poetry he is a Human Resources professional, a repentant glutton, and a novelist specializing in the weird-fiction genre.
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Savi Mani

nice poem, going native ……….wonderful……..to be with nature who would not love it!!!!!


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