Loom
When wolves ripple the night sky
with song
each note falls
up
to tangle among
the threaded stars
as if tethered to one great
loom
around which the mountains
sit, drawing the sea like a
shuttle
back and forth
back and forth
weaving
with each voice
a medicine of endings
and beginnings
spun within a timeless,
twinkling warp
like a heart
or a river,
beating in the flow between
sky and earth
carrying the wild light
of everything.
Nice Tricia,
Henry
LikeLike
Thanks, Mr. R!
❤️Tricia
LikeLike