I nourished sanity this evening, communed with the half-moon, made my wish on the first star for Barack, and watched the play of bats.
Sometimes the way in is a song.
But there are three ways in the world: dangerous, wounding,
To enter stone, be water.
To rise through hard earth, be plant
desiring sunlight, believing in water.
To enter fire, be dry.
To enter life, be food.