embers

Be warmed by the fires of love.
Be rocks drearily coaxed into slow, radiant heat;
bask baking bare to the breeze. Be the middle of the circle. the centre of family.
the baby born into the arms of grandmother and grandfather.
Be the beat of feet and soft bed of palms turned up to the sky.
Be the whispered moment. Be the background voices and the sound of mom. ear to warm chest,
like the ear to a shell. it is the ocean calling.
Be seen in the dancing shadows. Be the delighted shrieking children.
Be the hunters drinking mead.
Be the warm mug of coffee, cigarette in finger,
hands wrapped ’round glazing clay; looking down
into a bowl of stars.

a wonder & a beginning

if
a
picture
is
a
thousand words

then
your
      voice     is

uncountable

in-

sur-
mountable


a peak

     and    V-

alley


lush with game
and forests and sheep

you are a mother of all things

&
through
four seasons
you are a newspring
lake

a
deep
water
well

a magic
a power
a force

and though i'll
never understand you
never have you in all your forever

i bid you
the best an anti-eternity can provide

if all the stars are an end
then

you
are
my
  one

beginning