two hands shaped me;

and a feral moon...

and I, soft and pliable between them,

One, a fearful absence,

The other warm but gripped by sorrow

A small animal alone in their wild.

Our home was humble and dark, hidden in the shadow of mountains.

I ate wild berries and goat turds -

too young to tell the difference;

I slept under stars,

a rough canvas the only barrier between me

In the beginning

In the beginning
two hands shaped me;
One, a fearful absence,
The other warm but gripped by sorrow
and I, soft and pliable between them,
A small animal alone in their wild.
Our home was humble and dark,
hidden in the shadow of mountains.
I ate wild berries and goat turds -
too young to tell the difference;
I slept under stars,
a rough canvas the only barrier between me
and a feral moon...