from out the mist
peat pools ripple
awareness of what
canna be seen

repository
of past knowledge
denied existence
in a modern world

ancestors call out
through bone
writing their message
in colored darkness
across a prominent brow

a woman's body
no apologies made
broad of hip
and deep of wisdom
in the ways of men
and children

would the mist would part

the pools be lit
as a bonfire
in celebration of life
as it should be lived

as it once was lived

passion simmers
upon the coals of life
awaiting a shift
in the inexorable
winds of promise

in the tide of change...

April 16, 2000