When I return
Back to the pit
Where fertile soil birthed the beginning, the word
And where endings are witnessed beyond the horizon
Where rocks have whispered and blossoms are nodding
“Yes, you’ve seen us before”
I remember the word
One word
In a place where nothing is neat
And to this place I will return
Like the burning of sage
The scent returns to the nose
The ash, back to She
The smoke, weaving through space to meet the spirit of maker
My descent
Shall be a one word affair
And heard only by the weary
As they’ve surrendered to the flight
Just as reeds in the wind
Offer no resistance
Nor shall I
When I return, back to the pit
To rise again
