i am going to run away in bare feet and let my hair grow wild;
i'll never comb it or wash my face.
i'll learn to hunt and listen for water and i'll grow my nails long.

trees and i will sing the same songs to stars and nightbirds alive or dead.
and in the dark when wolves howl alongside us
i'll sleep, not fear.

i'll nurse my wounds with grey-green moss let my eyes grow mild.
no cups to hold my river water
my mouth below the surface will gulp and frighten fishes there.

and when it rains i'll cry too; in every drop reflected four times.
facet one: i was small. facet two: i was mother.
facet three: i was hurt. facet four: i cried with you.