I rise from dreams of power,
a list of next steps scrawled
in my non-dominant hand
the ink fading in air.
Six feet from my head, a thrum
of hummingbird as she dares
to sip nectar. Here be monsters:
the great blue heron stalking
so close I could reach out
and scare her into that lumbering
prehistoric launch into sky.
Alone in my tiny quarters, I breathe
and take up more space
than I could
yesterday. I practice my firm
no before I am absorbed–once more
–into the tapestry of togetherness,
all the spirits and guides atwitter,
fluttering subtle and quick
messages too ephemeral for translation.
I learn through immersion
the precise entrypoint into now.