the witness


alone in the sky
wind singing through my toes
i drift a thousand summers
heart open to your door.

with wings and talons
and bristle haired dew paws
i come

with scales and wattles
and thin rubbed places
in fur as soft as night
i come

in skin translucent
as watery moon paths
on cold ache feet
i come to your door.

and every time you invite me in
say welcome back daughter
come sit your flesh hung bones
down among my being
rest awhile
and if this sitting
carves your soul
into shapes
we have not yet sung
or the scales fall
like tears in the rain
and crumple
and reform and reform
let yourself fall
let yourself be carved
to the need of the world
there is none here but me
to bare witness.



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