We find our way back together; birds fishing, sheepish nests, wool and air
Once upon a while I wasn’t there. It’s good to die in that sense
Egos waffle, wax and wain
We only need to worry about the rocks in our box, bag, wagon
And what we see each time we arrive is a matter of perennial
Unfolding like a soft blanket over hours.
I. Owe. You. Me.
Dare alla luce
Refuse to guard your shadow.
Dare to give to the light.
Truth brings all our parts together.