I used to bury myself
under piles of leaves
I would lie beneath for hours
Be organic
And still
And silent
Urban life does not afford me such
indulgence
These days I long
For the suburban simplicity of autumns years past
I remember:
Caverns
Rainstorms
Walking
Mermaids and Dragons…
You were with me
Strong and wise and tall and laughing
And now the leaves turn
Blood Moon shines over the mountain
Leaves turn
And in turn…
I light candles every night
Whisper magick into the wind
An elephant-god murmurs in my ear:
“There is always abundance;
Walk my path
Know my name
Honor it, and all is yours.”
I place coins at his feet
And give thanks.
The leaves are turning
Falling again over paved paths
Crunching under bike wheels
The leaves turn
And in turn…
I think of memorials
Tori sang
“We danced in graveyards”
Indeed we did
Brother
I call out to you
Brother
It is dark and I need you to laugh
Brother
You did not find Blood Moon on the mountain
I am seeing you
Like a sugar cube in cold water
Slowly eroding
I fear the current
I kiss my bear
Mumble prayers
Watching layers
of you
Peel away
Please stay
as you were
“Know you are free
sacred
and
blind”