I’ve been calling
prayers and feathers
out into the wind
for you.
I’ve been planting bulbs of faith
in the mud
of my patient
fire belly.
waiting through cycles
of life and death,
snowfall and spring
for the miracle
of rain.
Laurel and fern leaves chatter,
in applause
as the forest breaths
over moss.
she speaks,
something big
is coming.
A thunderstorm rolls
up against the mountain
over parched clay
and orange lillies
blue sky eyes
let loose in wet love
my rocks
are watered soft.
You’ve arrived.
Walked right into the skylight
of my own ribs,
of my poems.
I am in love
from the center of my heart
a place only God has known.
God, my Mother and Ben.
Ben, Great Spirit and Earth.
Mohonk Mountians, the Sky.
Thank you for hearing my prayers.
thank you for offering
coyote bones
on my doorstep
thank you for holding
wild flowers
in your arms.
thank you for all
that broke us both
into wholeness.
here, into oneness.
I am in love with you
from the clearest place
of Lake Awosting,
from the great mystery
of July’s dazzled sky.
I am in love with you
from deep knowing.
come be my Forest Wolf.
I am your Butterfly.
keep praying
keep opening
I will hold the vision and become
the kindest one
to ever let
live
through my hands
into your beautiful
soul skin
heart.