Jera

Creaking barn doors leave memory of a shadow passed
the wind rattles the planks as she passes through the cracks
spirits of dust and sand, without sulfur or salt, linger
Earth is restored

Cool creek on sleek stones clatters in mornings light
fine woven rain among the dewdrops, the sight is grey
the grass grey-green and the horses pale
their noses push blue spirits into the dawn as the day wakens

A dog howls for no purpose
a pitchfork casts an early shadow planted in the dank musk


Jera rules not yet Jera is king
upholds the heavens which are time
he is the father who is relentless
and yet gentle in his absence
Mind of fate, as time can be called
And Jera is of two thoughts
One is deep, the other happy
one is rich, the other grateful
one is truth, the other is love
one is danger, the other a fool
one is a question, the other a stave
one is a world, the other is breath
one is a step, the other a door
wisdom is knowing what wisdom is