I seek your untamed shores.
Where fruit trees ripen, grown
out of blackest marrow, ghosts
echoes, whisper
in the winds. Your sounds wait,yet
to be sung. Your language is
written into the barks of trees like
holy words on tatttered pages. Life
sap flowing through the earth,
moon,sun and stars.
I keep my heart open to the rain.
I recover the dawn
through the rising and falling
of your tides. I grapple
with my hesitant comings
and goings. Yet
I cannot help but follow, to lay
my head upon your altar,to sleep amidst sacrificial bones
until my body shatters to a heart sound.