lughnasadh

ancestors

of land and body

stories in and of the stone

salt and sage on our tongues, our teeth

our mouths open to catch stars

intimate with the sound of grasses

intimate with the rise of the moon
intimate with ourselves as and in everything

we are here as guests

we are here in our hurt

we are here in every crack, in every ebb

we are evoked by the dance

the wind in the web