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