Old and slow like a rock for my family on the broken scree of a sliding slope, I lay down aching and wake with a

Nothing will surprise you if not today, the sudden appearance of a star, music from a nearby tree and the pulse beating like a drum

Months gone seasons pass, autumn light spring preparing, shaman’s blade bile extracted, nerves spared laser piercing, cells removed father freeing, past and future wisdom singing,

Into the night air and winter sky of bright light on ebony, I finally exhale, feel my body settle and guts shift to match the