In those moments everything
seems to shimmer
forming a beautiful picture
without edges or ends.
Walking the ridge today I thought the word Shaman and found two Crow feathers.
I smoothed the top of the stick I had found,made a split
then, turning the knife created a pocket.
Placing both feathers in the top of my staff I thought I am willing and found a third.
Being young at heart, despite my age,
I was far too excited to remain completely still.
Listening, I wondered, which words were my own.