Thanks to Kera Willis, amazing writer, singer-songwriter and founder of the Mountain Horse School, and a constant inspiration for me, for permission to share this poem with you. Photo by Guliz Unlu.

I want us to dance with the impossible and win:
Not the way we win a war, with the sword
of a conquistador, or the way
science has won the mind away from the body
and closed the gates
of our inseparability with the land
that holds our feet

No. This time our victory has to be large enough
to hold everything: our opponent and our rage,
the difficulty of holding our un-knowing, of welcoming
the most difficult parts of our wildness into
the porosity of our hearts, brains, lungs, lineages, languages
All the places where sensory amnesia
has prevented us from coming home

I want us to win the kind of victory where celebration moves unanimous and certain as blood: where a mother deer walks from the forest and lays her head in our laps, her open ear holding everything
every story every secret every wound