Tonight I sit vigil with a dying friend…
But first we celebrated her life
Lusty & raucous
children singing under the third night of the harvest moon
from a bright field
where I lay
in meditation
Parents cheering from the fire
beside the water’s edge
passing dark chocolate
like communion
hand to hand
around the
circle
Around the circle
we go
One more time
IF
we’re
lucky.
But not everyone
gets to ride.
Not the one with whom I sit tonight
and not the ones who passed
along with her either…
(The Eve of the Autumnal Equinox, 2013)
Two Owls Calling 