My assurance sometimes dangled like a tattered leaf,
hanging by a filament and blowing in the wind. Those questions,
such difficult ones I was not experienced to answer, consumed me
as I stumbled over rocks and briar foraging my way
through the dense forests of your childhood. And so
we grew up together, nomads in search of answers to life.
We were not lost souls, merely students who learned
to birth our own sunshine and balance our own truths
between the cardinal’s throat and the space where his song
meets the air of least resistance. Flesh and breath became
promise. With every candle blown out, this tribe created
from the wisdom within me ushers me into another scarlet
autumn more beautiful than the last.