Random thoughts hunch and gather,
pass through that fertile landscape,
scatter their haphazard seed
till the fibers of mood and mind
are tugged and pulled and spun —
a web that catches
and vibrates of its own accord.
The hint of Autumn’s sun in August,
blue shadows lengthen,
the time of absence marked.
Grasp at symbol —
faint strain of music,
laughter and conversation;
Don the fetishes —
silver crescent and
Ward against the hollow
and magnify escaping light.