life's language
is full of metaphor and mystery
and if i listen closely enough to hear
life's delight in itself
can bring me to tears
on such a cold blue moon night as this
I circle spirals of protection
around myself
my sleeping brother
and all those that we love
it is the ending and beginning of a cycle
a crossroads,
of many sorts
what to let die-what to give life to
these are the questions that rock me
tonight
the smoke of my prayers rise
and i am
woman, luna, earth
i look up to see that i have
planted myself in line with Pleaides
and smile
at life's gentle teasing
and the way sometimes
we know things
i smile again when i hear
such worn familiar words
echo in my head
'you must learn to love
the questions themselves
as rilke said'
so i am finding joy
here
now
in this
and i will await the answers
the way a woman awaits her lover
from afar-
with a longing not without sweetness,
an anticipation tempered by patience,
a heart open and ready to recieve.
