In this sanctuary here
I wander, take quiet breaths
as squirrels rustle
in harmony with wind and water,
and if I feel the storm coming—
~there’s a soft shine in the distance~
as we stroll, night lights
in a world of when, its own poetry
where spirits watch over us
in the cold night
and if they feel the storm coming—
still, there the light shines soft in the distance.
I collaborated with the Oracle for this variation on a Puente. (Yes, that’s what I’m going to call it.) I was thinking of taking a walk in the park this moring, but the rain is pounding on my windows right now.