Poetry

Spellcaster #poetry

Wind and mountain
Cloud and rain
The silver spellcaster’s
familiar refrain
Sun and moon
and mighty hawk too
The owl’s sacred night
and fresh morning dew
Called from the heavens
or beckoned from below
Breathe the four directions
where the secret things go
Wandering the woods
Ever alone
His reality the trees
The rocks his bones
Far too human
for digital lies of
Currier and Ives
Facebook lives
Far too human
Not fit to be seen
One moment strong
and the next, weak
yet more than complete
in Infinity’s grand scheme
Unshackled from impressions
the wizard walks free

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