Inside obsidian,
a root
took handedness
left
with right
made a
night prayer
Afterward,
there
are obsidian stories.
One
tells of children
dangling
among high branches
holding black stones
their
legs hanging
down,
their
loosened
hair
where
air
takes hold
also of legs
and stones
a wild wind sway
of tree, flesh and black
first, left,
back
then, right
as inside
obsidian
a root
compassed,
quivers
shivers recognition -
this is what we are.
a root
took handedness
left
with right
made a
night prayer
Afterward,
there
are obsidian stories.
One
tells of children
dangling
among high branches
holding black stones
their
legs hanging
down,
their
loosened
hair
where
air
takes hold
also of legs
and stones
a wild wind sway
of tree, flesh and black
first, left,
back
then, right
as inside
obsidian
a root
compassed,
quivers
shivers recognition -
this is what we are.
