from what was left behind
i. the sun still sets
in this place of waters
where ground rises like
stepping stones
for the footfalls of giants
on some dramatic journey
while fairy forests ruffle rocky rims
as hungry children tug
splashed skirts wading toward
a belonging to what might be
ii. passings
glimmers of ancient ones
ways to meadow market church grave
sprites of forget-me-nots
vow of memory
habit ritual flavor tender fade
of what has been
iii. the asking dream
soul as sky wind as prayer body as path other as teacher
time as trickster nature as medicine chance as mirror movement as beauty
encounter as art cycle as ritual pattern as guide possession as trap
pride as prison envy as handcuff desire as condition
connection as gift loss as lesson love as way
iv. open the door
as you are
bloodline
come to life
