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<\/a><\/p>\nOne morning, walking through the January forest,
\nI watched the path double back on itself and disappear.
\nOne evening, sailing on an indigo ocean of questions,
\nI saw the horizon swallow itself whole, like a monster all stomach and mouth.
\nI too searched for brains, a heart, and a home,
\nAnd the yellow-brick road turned into rust.
\nHeaven has fallen from the sky like so many shot-down stars.
\nThere is nowhere to turn that doesn\u2019t lead to ghost towns and empty silos.
\nMy aspirations get stuck in the trees, like shreds of shawls.
\nAngels\u2019 wings have folded.
\nSmiles are rimmed in blood.
\nEmbraces reach for me and miss, grasping themselves.
\nThe time has come for whirlwinds and blizzards,
\nThe time has come for floods, and bone-rattling thunder,
\nLook\u2014the sun was just swallowed by a wolf\u2014
\nLook\u2014the bridges have all burst into flame–
\nLook\u2014
\nThe moon is growing fuller,
\nTaking over the darkness\u2014
\nLook\u2014she is pulling the sun from the belly of the wolf–
\nLook\u2014she is stilling the thunder and plucking my prayers from the trees\u2014
\nLook-she is unfolding the path and shaking out the horizon and spreading it afar, anew\u2014
\nLook\u2014she is picking up the fallen stars and hanging them back in their places\u2014
\nLook\u2014she is brushing the angels\u2019 wings and rubbing their shoulders\u2014
\nLook\u2014she is wiping the bloody mouths, like
\nA mother wiping a child\u2019s face\u2014rough and tender, all at once–
\nLook\u2014she is steadying me so I don\u2019t duck or fall when the embraces come\u2014
\nLook-she is gently scolding me to listen better to her messengers of Light called:
\n\u201cYou.\u201d
\nLook\u2014she is lifting me, rocking me in the softest of breezes, singing,
\nAnd whispering runes and spells, affirmations, and ways through the dark,
\nAnd treasure maps and secret passageways through mountains and dungeons–
\nHer tears fall down her breasts, mixing with her milk as she lets me suckle
\nFor as long as I need in the cradle of her light-filled, infinite arms.<\/p>\n