Beckoning

shorncliffe5

I look through the possible
to find the improbable.

I gaze through the openings
to find the beckoning.

Pools of meditation
gather my earth mother
to father sky

-a reckoning?

My brother’s tree tells me
‘look beyond the cave.’

My ocean sister’s mythology
sing to me
. . . the impossible.

(c) June Perkins.

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