of course you would, dear shaman,
choose this day for your croning
this very day in time
a time of wild tumultuous
neverending wonder
dumbfuckery at its best
the world on its ass
and still the caged birds sing
your role has begun
the stirring, the churning
has begun
enter stage right
the time is now to question
it all
lay brakes to
anything which cannot
heal
find the seeds
and dance peace upon them
wear your crown proudly
dear condor
yet go humbly
and softly even
the time for listening
is now
As if on pause
we await
the wonderfully wild
cascading melodies
crashing in ecstasy against
cold wet rock
come back,
it has to come back
we will make it come back
the orders are written
if you feel love
feel it wildly, with reckless abandon
if you feel joy
tiptoe naked on the stars
if you feel fear
dance her back to
the earth where she came
send her home
to heal
dance
dance
dance
into our time
our time to see
to be seen
to love
and be loved
to be
and be
and be
love in the time of covid,
wendy
