5 Notes of the Crow UPDATED

 
We have been invited to a place of respite on the southern knuckle of this Salish Island, Whidbey. Tucked into the hips of Abuela Maple, we rewild our old self.

Our hostess's vardo

Daddy's big, old brass bell dangles from a slender limb of Abuela's crusted skin. We are aware of the multiple realities she endures: a transformer pulses electricity; the many cluster chucks of cellular conventions track ... everything, air traffic litters; Deer Family own the space, Green is as many as Quantum, real magic wakes us in dreams, walks us to the porch and gives us new eyes.
 Trees lean.
Water-soaked Alder fell where I would have parked Scout, but, magic told me not to.

5 Notes of the Crow
Ⓒ Mokihana Calizar, 2019

Our wyrd voice trembles in skin
dense with decisions, cautious and
toothless from the sweet draw
of convenience.

My memory of protocol dependent
upon the quick access and
blue light of radiant waves
clouds dazzling
with stored
data.



Stretched on a line
the strands of that time, that
tie flickers when Sun rises
on a Solstice Morning,
a moment's oracle
resets voice and memory
with 5 notes of the Crow
Wyrd becomes me ...
Weird and Wild.

5 Notes of the Crow, Part II (This part came because I read this over at Myth & Moor, "The tang of fox" .. it's worth another read, from the top and through the whole, I promise!)

The Tree Fell


Comfortable upon the bed
We talked of feelings,
Bantered opinions
Soft or saucy
Sentences careful,
Oh too careful until ...
The tree fell,
close.
The tree fell close
Across the road
Marked "Here"
But for the fortunate
Wyrd Heart heard
"Not there!
But Here."
But here we rest
A day, a night
Perhaps a week
Or more.
Enough we hope
for Fox or Crow
to slip between
Our skin.
Once more.

Nettles in my teeth, just one sign of getting wilder!


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Hover over the photos for secret messages left there (sometimes) for those who look for magic.

Happy Summer Solstice!

Mahalo nui,
Mokihana


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