marsh or meadow
meat and pie
you are sturdy
as a mason jar
hearty as a fly
rock solid as a miner's
mineral picker
in the blindness
of thick night
triumphant
as a kite's cross
free flight
exposed in sky
mud holed and earth caked
a thick trunk of sprouted rye
broad barreled and mosaiced
mountain stance
at triumphant heights
teach me of your closeness
to the lonely owl's cry
convince me of your wholeness
eternal burning
sacred fire
