Becoming Coyote Poem

Some days   it’s difficult
    to remain
    on two legs

Earth calls
    for my other half

and I come down
        willingly

some nights
        my skin
    turns to fog

    and I swallow
        clouds of dark

    which erupt
    in a flood
        of song

I can’t help
but to sing

my heart is a river

these days…
these nights…

I can’t remember
    a time
when joy
        was so rampant

By Carol Hatfield