May 28, 2016

home by the river path



Knee deep in nettles
i stand
brim full
with silence and sunlight.
An ancient self awakens
beneath the unmarked sky
spacious as the blue above
untrammeled by plane trails.

An eldritch swan call
harrows my heart
with kinship,
and i am one with the swan
the nettles thickly green
the silver sliver moon
the birches whispering in wind
the otter twisting in the water
the badger sleepy in her sett.

I think---no, i know---
we were finer when fewer
closer to heaven 
when it had no names.
The only true pilgrimage
is looking for home
where we left it.

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