gathered round 3:00 AM
long now a favorite time of mine:
the rite of flowing down the stairs
to the kitchen the harvest of the first mug
of coffee in the day the letting in of cats
their swirling around my feet
waiting for their morning feed
attending the wakening of
birdsong the sun
attending the bedding of the moon
rooted in these rituals
about to be uprooted
no flight of stairs for the multiple
descendings
of days and nights
soon now a ladder for climbing up
and clambering down
loft and balcony and loft
wherein text and textile wait
upon my weavings
returning to a landscape
I have sorely missed
where I belong
even as I lived in the beauty of
the Otherness of where I’ve been
for this long time away
returning to a skyscape
180 degrees of blue and cloud tapestries
the earth heaved and breathing
hill slopes plowed furrowed
and planted
the intersperse of field and woods
eye bursting greens burnished reds and golds
the stark monochromes of winter
this was/is/will be alchemy
for me
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