Waiting
Invertebrate sand to stone
Caterpillar grass to cloth
Golden bark to paper
Gathering
In the courtyard of the women
A violet essence rings
Through translucent porcelain
and crimson flowers reign
On pomegranate trees
A cuckoo calls
Bringing acorns to eat
A bitter feast
Darkness, shadow, light, shadow, darkness, light, shadow, light
Resting in the dark
Feeling the difference
of grit from seed
Choosing
I stand inbetween
Where two ways meet
and I hear singing
Singing with slips and slides, rattles, cracks and flickers, flutters of leaves
The sun lifting their soft pale undersides
I make my way
a coal and coral fashioned pot
Containing seeds
and a modicum of grit.
