wilding

caught on the strap
of my tote bag
  she crawls
like an infant 
 small 
and ruby-
 red
a coal-spotted
beauty
foraging
for warmth
  oblivious
to my silly little
ruminations
of this new city
   the sharpness
 of its blues
 how the coastline
         curves up
   stealing kisses
 from the sky
     easing into hills
   of ancient
     green
 the houses
    tucked in
     and blinking 
  tentatively
   the wind mouths
                   a prayer
          asking 
   for nothing
       naming me
 just another
    small
         living thing
        amidst
  these mountains
 it feels good
    to be reminded
              of the body
     of its place
         to feel the pull
  of every receptor
       o p e n i n g
 to the world
the sun
   an anchor
 rooted deep
     within the sky
  my feet
on uncertain
            ground
    I swing
 my bag
     over
 my shoulder
        and feel
  a shift
       in the wind
    a flash of wing
   startles
         the light
 her primordial call
                      rings out
      in my chest
 and the air

                             echoing

Brecon Dobbie

Brecon Dobbie is an Early Childhood Kaiako by day and writer by life. She finds poetry to be her place of solace. She writes to make sense of things, often without meaning to. Some of her work has appeared in Starling, Minarets Journal, Noho Tahi, and Poetry Aotearoa Yearbook.