the bones of a poem rattle noisily -- like the efforts of a shaman summoning wisdom from beyond the veil.
i find myself wanting to retreat further into the depths of my soul-cave...craving the solace of a flickering fire and the wind howling through cracks in the granite.
i'm too long on the Outside.
i'm too long threading a needle to mend a friendship in tatters....one that doesn't want mending after all.
but there are appointments to keep and words yet to weave. the whisper of truth grows louder and i feel the shift of the earth beneath my feet as a different trail shimmers on the horizon.
the bones rattle louder and i keep walking.