a Theatre of Time

Staring down a crossroads

My own voice, calmer

A home frequency creates

Space

An amber-ed aroma

Almost rooted

lifts me into: Space

The vibrations of birch paper peeling

Ruby rose bushes lit with hips

Dirt and guts and feathers at the center of a seven-ish way

I step into a rainbowed theatre

A percussion of bright birch leaves ready to cut loose

Keeping time

A momentary trance

As the texture

Of the sounds

Move me

Tap tap tap

Tap tap tap

Tap tap tap inside my body

My heart crosses over

Liminal to crystalline

My mind apprenticing to more instinctual ways of the wilderness

I turn north, culling illusions and faulty engrams

Collapse.

My vision opens

And enters Winter

Shamrock green dancing above

Ice below

Foreign or distant emotional currents –

codes carrying blood sorrow power faster now

Lungs syncopate with incoming release.

My magenta heart is Jupiter’s expansion.

Stories in the air

An owl and other scents

The dancing frost and falling pine cones like stardust

As a template of my body jolts again to the surface

The ice & spruce energize a voice and I sing my melancholy into déjà vu

A map of sound

A living library further along into the details

Of a future – or past

I hear bellows from below the ice, like my undine in her liquid. Kindred

I live for it — the ice and dark and blue

the sureness of the ice

I am omens in feeling and numbness

Direction in vision and smell, revealing stories of this land:

Men drink spirits

A wolf walks her perimeter

A woman sings the Aurora down into her aura and womb

Where I draw down the emerald & amethyst light

Into the magic dark water surrounding my tiny body.

I smile and

My face melting vision fades

Homeward

My cabin glowed her own theatre

My future-self shimmying sensual near the fire

The fuchsia wood miming the show

her own joy-spark

sparking

Four walls dissolve

Distant dogs howl

Jupiter is lit and the Moon rose amber