Woken early by dreams, I watched the sun rise, wrote these words:
Sunrise at Stonehenge
I sit on this van-home step
as the sun rises over
the prehistoric Stonehenge monument
last night I dreamed
I became the stones
(I walked right into them / my heart was called)
I search for words
(in the voice of three crows)
and they are prophetic:
How well do I know my heart?
How can this knowing serve the whole?
The polarisation
of light & shadow is a rough knot
of wood I struggle to smooth
a path is illuminated
bare feet grip cool earth
the skylark sings
I am whole.
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