Morning Draught

From the deep earth well
sunk in the bedrock of origin,
I draw my morning draught,
rich with the minerals
of tree root and starlight.

My tongue savors the taste
of metal and sweetgrass,
binding me fast
to the brotherhood of crows
who ferry the tang of iron
across a widening sea
to ancient volcanoes dreaming
beneath their shrouds of ash.

The story of life,
the next burst of genesis,
in one drop of water,
one breath of air,
one taste of earth,
one love’s sweet fire.

 

 

 

Reading of “Morning Draught” with music by Lukas Nelson.