Having not known want.
Desire, yes.
Longing,
for year after early year.
But needs unmet,
definitely not,
except
when it came to the intangible.
And for those needs to be filled I dug
and scraped
howled out
climbed towards
cooked up
excised and wound-dressed
myself.
Skills built by me
for me,
with generous allies coming and going,
allowing this wayward spirit
to be, finally, available
to the rest of life,
hopefully,
as one sharing inspiration
with the wild

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