The raven’s dense music



like stones

when it falls


as quorks 

and gurwallups


that leave widening ripples 

in the blue sky sea


and mark with cairns 

the path you have chosen


as if to show you, love, 

that the way out starts 

at the way in


and asks you to stop 



for what always comes



as the stone 

you hold now


grows warm 

in your hand.

Yurt dweller, parent, partner, writer. Knows some things about medicine, life coaching, teaching, and the wilds.

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