Between Earth and Wing

reluctant poetry

They bless you in the air, a shimmering spirit,
soaring flame.

They sense but do not see your nest of life,
your earthen power,
wisdom fixed not in the mind but deep
within the blood.

And you, eternal, more than glimpsed, be mother,
root, and sea.

I celebrate the cycles of your seasons
and your satellites
I fill my pockets with your secret lore 
that bears for us 
the rhymes and incantations life employs 
for binding mindless death.

Perhaps you’ll take me up one day. But not before 
I barefoot meet your soul’s heartbeat, and know
the feel of bark and silk, the breath of trees,
your magic in the dark.