A poem of shapeshifting

I become an eagle

calling forth a hurricane

of illuminating sadness

I cross paths with myself as a lion

diving into the seafoam green

of ethereal light

I return as laughter

floating into the sky

on the internal landscape

of found time

I travel between a new beginning

and ancient Mayan cycles

I leave behind the 37 doors

emerging from the redwood forest

I turn into fog.


This poem was co-written with my friend Melanie Medved

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