Moonwise

home now, 
gladdened and moonwise
guided by trailing tracks 
of mother turtles
who crossed my path 
to lay eggs in the sand 

I am walking to the tune of chants we sang,
moving to the sway of circles we danced,
singing the music of yipping coyotes 

***

I carefully unpack leftover bits of ritual
and unravel fragments of spells. 
I tuck away stray drumbeats 
in the drawer where I keep 
the magical things


And I remember how my tears 
for Amara sank into the soil
where I saw her last 
and realized there must be more


***

Tonight I stepped into the murky suburban glow. 
I could see the sliver of the crescent moon 
hanging in the northwest sky, 
past the rooftops
opening doors of dark and light
shining like a beacon 
leading me to hollows in 
woods within woods,
guided by stars that reel, 
(how they reel) 
and light my path on the forest floor. 

May these words bring truth
and healing through open hands and hearts.
And then, let it flow back into our Mother Earth
for the love of all her beings.