When wolves ripple the night sky 

with song


each note falls 


to tangle among

the threaded stars


as if tethered to one great 



around which the mountains 

sit, drawing the sea like a 



back and forth

back and forth



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.

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

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