Wild Rose

Make one's way in the world, from the very childhood that enclosed you in a place of dreams.

Follow the river’s edge

where the wild red rose

and dark horsetail grows,

follow the impulse—

on earth, the mountains of stars

can be watched

on a flat rock that

would destroy all my apathy.  

Don’t resist the moon-watered rock,

capturing and controlling

my stony unimpressed eyes,

with the inspiration not to run,

but to enclose my spirit, to re-live,

to breathe deeply

from my lungs

into the morning.

Emily Isaacson