Saturday, October 29, 2022

Another One for Sylvia

The druids are still skin-walking,
       birds still aligned in flight,
She was as they are except
       we weren't her,
Could never understand
       the basics of her plight,
Still it went
       just like she wanted,
                          with all her
Careful what you wish for

She went famous in excess
      of all that we keep bottled 
Like a humming refrigerator 
      in our morning prayers
               of domestic bliss,
Everything clean, everything loved
               and pulled into perfect
      as if
               that's the way it always
                        should be
In the dusty fields of harmony light
      where our being resides.

Any move below
                             a choice of
Unfathomable love.