ethanol in his blood, <br />clear creek water eyes. <br />the air atop a mountain, <br />his spirit flies... <br /> <br />a child of the earth, <br />he names each tree. <br />fills the empty nest, <br />sets wild animals free. <br /> <br />dances naked in the firelight, <br />with shadows in the cave. <br />makes love on the ground, <br />no longer afraid. <br /> <br />gone back to himself, <br />primitive and unbound. <br />at one with the turning, <br />the scent, and the sound! <br /> <br />the howl and the moan <br />of wind searching rock. <br />le laid down his grasping, <br />and turned back the clock!<br /><br />Eric Cockrell<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/turned-back-the-clock/
