WALKING WITH RAPTURE - Jasmin Pittman

Walking with Rapture

I.

One night, I walked alone,

cocooned in the velvet darkness 

of woods ringing 

with survival songs. 

I felt the soft thrum of hoofbeats 

before I saw them, felt 

the tingle of anticipation before,

before 

I stopped 

dead in my tracks,

my breath caught

in the net of my lungs

as brushes of tawny fur 

swept my bare arms, a herd

of deer parting around me as 

though I was Moses’ staff 

held high.

I watched one of the does 

leap away, a tail flash of white

like the flag of surrender.

She ran free or afraid,  

we can always be both  

and still manage to be home

with the herd.

II.

We dream walk through bird sanctuaries

our upturned faces burnished

in leaf-prints and memories

of flight.

I am learning to travel

light as the river-rushing 

wind slips off 

the garments of trees

because it is time

to let some things fall

to the ground and nourish

the wild darkness

at our feet.

III.

I stepped off

the path

and climbed

the proverbial 

road less traveled,

at least, by me, anyway.

I never knew

what I’d find up

past the hemlocks

and redbuds, 

the vines of honey

suckle and poison

ivy, up where the

breath of God

is something

we can taste

and slowly

become breath

ourselves, able

to move mountains.

IV.

Walking beside you 

is like all

of the above. 

You are 

a sanctuary for

survival songs,

the woods to free 

my wings, a gift

at the top

and thrumming 

brushes with awe.

Jasmin Pittman is a writer and editor living in Asheville, North Carolina with her two children. She enjoys facilitating healing through creativity, imagination, and deep listening.

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