Bullshit

Bullshit

by Elizabeth Challinor

Excuse me?

I agree with Mary Oliver

She didn’t want to be

Demure or respectable

I too was that way

Asleep, as she says, for years

Once you wake up

Allowing yourself to yearn

There is no return

So

Go

Dance

Reckless on the cliff edge

Head held high

Fall

Be caught in eagle wings

Flying by

Pour your heart out into the sea

Watch the fish swallow the broken pieces of your respectability

Speak your wild truth to the moon

Grow long beautiful octopus legs

And know

It takes you to tango

Elizabeth Challinor