To dance beside eagles
The collision of winds
The feel of drips
The whisper of stars

Found not by chance
Not by sound of fear
To see the other side
Choose not to hide

Wet worms underground
Fingers and toes buried deep
Weaving stories, wisdom waiting
Rain so it grows, a beat from heat

Soft water from the sea
Enter cold salt in the eyes to breathe
An answer here, too far from thee
Waving and calling, is it free?

To lose must to find
On ground or on high
To lose to bring wonder
Where and when to fly

The pockets of grace require
Peaceful days away
Light deflects doubt
While reason holds clout

What direction, what way?
A compass without control
The moon still repeats
The yellow clock, never weak

Seasons blend solid into liquid
Moving pieces a blue green blur
Fire tells the story
Rages, builds, and finally purrs