Let Me

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Raised arms in moon glow

Toes tap Mother’s love into the dusty ground

Let me help dear lion, dear star.

Hearts gentle movement

Warm with the energy of some old soul

Let me send love from afar.

Skirt catches light dew

Hips sway within their own song

Let me lift that heavy bar.

Hands hunt, fingers finesse

Calls to our past bodies for wisdom

Let me pull off the old tar.

Nose toward heaven

Lungs send light and peace your way

Let me show you the right star.

Let me dear lion, dear star.

The Giver

A phone call with news that took away all her breath

Scant details, but announced her big brothers’ death

She had got to know him once, long ago

He killed a man and was in prison six states below

They had random visits thanks to a sister by half

She enjoyed their time, their talks, shared laughs

A trip to pick up mail brought tears and a strain

The small, heavy box was marked “Human Remains”

She drove out in late evening, camped alone in the dark

Got to a crossroads and made the left choice to park

With tie-died blanket, photos, letters, and beer

She created a shrine, centered on the box that held the one she held dear

She wailed – truly wailed – and wrote him one last time

While the ravens and river otter watched, bees busy at hive

She slowly unveiled his remains and waded into the river

And in gentle arches she released him back to The Giver

D n A

Next Time

Bird swoop, fly, chatter on porch rail

Mighty wing, tiny beak, dipping tail

Beady eye, sleek frame, delicate feet

Strong chest, and a sweet fluffy cheek

I stoop, cry, pound on porch rail

Stupid arms, big mouth, round at the tail

Bleary eye, big frame, hideous feet

Droopy chest, and an ugly, wet cheek

Goddess, please hear me, make note

Come, take me now, save me the rope

All I want, all I ask, is one little thing

Bring me back as a bird that hunts other beings

Let me swoop, let me fly, sit on a porch rail

Give me wings, deadly beak, and a beautiful tail

Keen eyes, sleek frame, dangerous feet

Strong chest, a mighty fierce screech

Clasp talons and fall through the air

Holding onto my love, my mate, without any care

If for only one season, thus I do wish

To be able to dive and catch my own fish

White head, dark feathers, bright yellow legs

I want to know how it feels to hatch eggs

Be free, struggle but able to kill

I want this life with all of my will

So Goddess, take mercy and come

Before I loose all chance, leave by a gun

Eagles Court