lost bird.

sat under the moon and near the fire tonight.

seven days.

and the intention to be true; to sit in the field of my heart.

received medicine today to ease the aching; to reconnect the spirit.

and there had been a sort of fracturing.

now mended and mending.

I am tired like a tree that has stood through generations of winter; I have carried so much freezing weight.

let me rest.

that I ran and got lost, that I cried out and collapsed,

flailed and wailed,

spun like a storm of sand and hail;

I danced and gave you back the things you know.

every time I say love,

I mean other things, too.

and a full circle bends and loses the shape it needs to soar.

there is no simple road to walk.

there is no straight line to say what I mean.

to ask for an open, clear sky; this is true and simple.

but to say goodbye,

is the effort to count every drop in the ocean.