shaped by something beyond itself.
returning to the cusp of the world.

sighing, weeping, warming,

and turning back
into what
it has always been.

here is the place we go
to feel our wholeness –

not as we imagined we would be
but as we cannot help ourselves to be.

here we come to know ourselves
as density and subtlety
married in becoming.

here lies the solace
of a wind-bidden thing
answering the great call home.