By grace,

He unearthed

His knife,

Dipped it

In clouds,

And heaped

Them upon

The morning



Photo’s my own today.

Sinew and Song

Molten petals sweep
Into night.

And awaiting awaking,
I breathe,

For I am the mastodon.
I am the birdshout.

I am the awakening



Photo by Tom Barrett on Unsplash