After Blueberry Elizabeth Morningsnow
I am a seed. Breathe
a circular breath.
Pulse. My heart becomes
an eye. I see through
a web of cut patterns
To say
the ring of seven spheres
carries the planets, moon, and solstice sun
To say
a sphere of fixed stars
and the zodiac
To say
an outer blue ring holds solid the
phases of the moon
Black sage bound
in red and white thread. Smoke
palpitates in the peripheral.
Earth a bull’s-eye
in the medicine
wheel. I root south –
the Way of the Healer.
My eye extinguishes sage
in small stones
I am a seed. Breathe
a circular breath.
Pulse. My heart becomes
an eye. I see through
a web of cut patterns
To say
the ring of seven spheres
carries the planets, moon, and solstice sun
To say
a sphere of fixed stars
and the zodiac
To say
an outer blue ring holds solid the
phases of the moon
Black sage bound
in red and white thread. Smoke
palpitates in the peripheral.
Earth a bull’s-eye
in the medicine
wheel. I root south –
the Way of the Healer.
My eye extinguishes sage
in small stones
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| Cindy Rinne creates art and writes in San Bernardino, CA. She brings myth to life in contemporary context. Cindy is the author of several books. She is a published translator and a founding member of PoetrIE, a literary community. Cindy likes to eat herbs from her garden and to photograph the everyday on her walks. She listens to birds, trees, and sometimes humans. www.fiberverse.com |
