Poetry, it pulls on my spirit limbs Mystifying the natural and calling the child to wide open This plain becomes hills, rolling away Horizons stretch and dip this flesh in magic Awaken, awaken to the song whistling through the ranges Away, away out there, far but oh so near Let the enchantment turn your ear …
“Crightooon?” Her sing-song lilt warms me inside, though a cool autumn fog gathers around my squatting form. I like it when she says my name like there is no one she’d rather play with, but it’s probably not that. My sister Chay probably sent her after me. And Mother no doubt sent Chay. Supper time …
Walk next to me in this world that draws my heart I’m like a boat waiting in the dock Waiting to be given a destination In so many ways I already know what it looks like But I’m waiting for the route, seeking you out Since at times you’re the only one who doesn’t …
