between the gaps of her questions, firing off wily like a rocket, I take a breath to the rising and falling of ancestral music waves that, once, were silenced, come around again breaking on rocks of knowing composing one another — remembering us remembering us remembering
this oak tree knows my way knows the way I lean with trust into life it’s with the same surrender I rest against its trunk — ‘a little deeper now’, it whispers
on this bridge, between what has been and what is to come, I sit a while just listening — the river gurgles northward, reading me as it goes — unified by its eye I rest, empty
Beautiful, Artemis Rose! ☃️