Naturally,” Caroline Helmstadt

Naturally

Caroline Helmstadt

Upon a bed of soft grass Low-hanging fronds block The starry night. Occasional winds carry The scent of a pure, untouched Nature While the leaves Not far above Rustle gently.

A pair of mates lies Upon that bed of grass. Deep, rhythmic breathing Marks slumber. Perhaps They have partaken In the ancient rite of Love-making. Or, Perhaps, They have simply nestled together After a long day Of gathering plants And soaking in the river.

Their bodies Fit neatly together. As they settle, The male’s hands may trace The wide hips And sharp curves Of his mate. She is tucked tightly, Secure in his hold Of powerful arms. The small den Of leaves and branches Shield them.

I may roll In the night

To face my lover. Reminded Of our deep bond, A naturalist connection That exceeds the scope Of modern humanity And time That even I Cannot fully explain.