Shaman

If you want to take
up space, first see

how small you are
like rocks, honey-

combs, and charcoal
anchoring, feeding,

heating. In the sky
the clouds are combed

like rabbit fur. If I
remember this, I am

not dreaming. You place
the flowered twig

behind my ear, mark
of my learning you

in bluebell, a person
small like me, but higher.

Originally published in MiPOesias (February, 2014).

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