you were shown to me
as the shaman took
small twigs, placing them
in my right palm
he asked me if I
had ever taken shop class
I told him I hadn't and
he replied that I was
going to love seeing this then
he placed his middle finger
of his left hand upon
the twigs, pressing them
against my heart line
the small twigs transfigured
into a metal ring and
within the center of
the ring was a screen
upon the screen your
image appeared and you
introduced yourself
as if we were strangers
out in the gold soaked
horizon of the new day
where aviators draw
pristine white chalk
marks across the blue
bowl holding dark
drifts of floating waters
dreaming of dry land
out in this essence
of renewing light and
time and chances to
become more than
what was done or
said merely 24 hours
before this moment
of fire drenched hues
out among it all with
awakening birds that
have already taken to
the air to navigate their
way to where their
wills drive them home
out in all of this I set
my thoughts of you
sitting in the waiting
while numbers
keep us company
all the moments
that were foretold
rest in heavy eyes
the hymns of the skies
written in the stars
and proclaimed from cards
those hymns trickle
down the spine
as water trickling
in the back of a cave
you see the w
maybe an m from
another perspective
it is written on the palms
outstretched in prayer
to touch your own palms
as withered leaf remnants
tell tales from the bottom
of a porcelain tea cup
the trust of the ebb
and the flow
is letting go the dove
knowing it
will, return home
but there's no choice
but to trust
the wave will ebb
the retreat will come
the distance will grow
and you may never know
if the tide will rise and flow
if it
will, return home
will it
will it ever
old roots were pulled
below the wind
pushing clouds
through barren branches
and a sun that seemed
to source these clouds
in a breath
of iridescent essence
the roots held
the cool earth close
as a mother suckles a babe
the symbiosis hadn't
realized full term
for it had come time
for roots to feed the soil now
but as often is the case
a human has other plans
we reached into
the sun
and the sun reached
into us
water flowed into
our lungs
to prevent our air
from igniting
the inner chasms
we had ran to
where we had hidden
ourselves
those chams filled
with the sun
we could no longer run
from ourselves
the light was so
piercing
it was so warm after
our frozen slumber
we felt on fire in its
presence
and we melted and surrendered
to the infiltration
