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Warmed Blood

Category: Eve Moore Friday, 02 April 2021 Written by Eve Moore

Warmed Blood

She was aware of me

before I saw her next

to the path carved in

to the hill beside the

silent woodland pond

coiled so peacefully to

receive the noontime

sun onto the black of

her scales painted with

soft brown diamonds.

A wonder that I saw

her there, that I didn’t

startle on inexplicably

seeing her a foot from

my feet. Her girth, her

length, belied her age

and I could feel within

me a stopping of time.

In this cosmic pause,

astonishing me, I felt

myself assess my path,

my way — forward.

Studying this

moment as she

studied me with the

black pearls of her

steady gaze.

I spoke to her

softly, gently.

Telling her

how very

beautiful

she is.

I imagine she

rarely hears such

words spoken

by such as

I am.

The pearls

gleamed.

She moved not

a single muscle

of her coiled

lounge.

And it came

upon me that

should I proceed

along this narrow

bit of trail, stepping

not a quarter of a foot

from her, she would

have to move.

Her posture said to

me that she was not

aroused by fear. And

as I felt into this, her,

I was aware of my own

non-arousal of fear.

Suddenly I knew

with great clarity

the way to proceed.

That to step forward

would disturb her

idyll in the now

withering sun,

an interruption

I could not sanction.

And though to get

to where I was seeking

to go, I’d have to retrace

my steps and forgo the

rounding of this little

pond to meet the

trail up farther,

I did so with

a stunning

willingness

not to interfere

with her repose.

To not disturb

the peace of this

wild place, this wild

presence who shared

a wild moment

of peace

with

me.

And my

whole being

beamed as I made

my way truly

forward

now

into

the

wild

and

free.

∞/∞

Eve Moore: Once a professional writer of advertising, I saw the light & it has shown me words of a different nature. And so I take them down & offer them up. And all is well.

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