Under energy of dark and silver sky:
a spell
a candle
a breath
–my Pisces moon,
a cork
bobbing to the tops of trees–
a hook
anchored from heart to heart,
a sigh
tiptoeing through branches,
a restlessness traveling
above, kicking out leaves
a wave
a wave
a wave
–around the stillness,
coming closer, until–
We are presence.
…I stand up too fast
in the liquid light,
startling hooves
in the dreaming forest
…and almost set the grass on fire.
Words and photo © Jaime Greenberg, 2021
