She

When the black clouds break

And the white wind blows

Watch the fire burn on the lake

Feel mushrooms beneath your toes

Scratch a circle in the ground

On the black road where you'll be

Close your eyes when you look down

When they ask say "I am she"

Hold a ladle filled with milk

In the elbow of your arm

Nudge the air with lungs of silk

To the cradle of your palm

The white wind rushed through a willow tree, washing down in the grass by her feet. And she poured the milk into the open mouth of the waiting earth, turning her head up, her eyes still closed, as the breeze crawled up her body, flowering out about the crown of her head. Hidden in a branch of the willow tree a white owl asked, "Who are you?" and she answered, "I am she."

The thunder waits deep in the west

On crooked legs and bony thighs

Opening up his cold wet breast

To laugh aloud among the skies

The wind flies north to it's home

Leaving by a crisp wide path

The fire burns quiet, all alone

Thinking on the Blue Man's wrath

From the south a green frog lept

Floating to a willow tree

In his throat a secret kept

Bulging out for all to see

When she answered the frog, his secret was released to echo before her. And it cqme to rest on her cheeks, and roll down the sides of her neck, while her eyes opened slightly to the still air. And she fell forward on the ground with her arms stretched out into the circle, something close remembered, lying tight within her belly. In a hollow knot of the willow tree, a shadow whispered, "come inside, and dance with me'".

Push the white wind from your palm

To the hollow of the tree

Send to him a voice that's calm

Ask him what he doesn't see

Pull a mushroom from the earth

Place it underneath your tounge

Watch the willow tree give birth

To the shadow which has sung

Scratch a circle on the ground

On the red road where you'll be

Hold this place that you have found

When they ask say "I am she"

By Todd Brock