Trees bend their crowns, assembling.
Flicker drums and summons thunder.
Ferns fold themselves to rain and
Oriel soars by on wings of fire.
Swallow whole the arc and heave and glide,
heart spread wide, unbolted.
Separation tumbles, falters.
Gather up each worn stone, fallen
to mark that untamed, sacred place,
where truth emerged without, within
in full-throated unison
that all are one is all
— C.Birde, 6/10