This funnel of air captures tumbleweeds, amber bones
dust anointed branches of sagebrush
Its gray-green softness strikes the land and I wait to pull over
to gather strands. Like hair weaving braiding a tunnel of wind
whirlwind ocean in my chest telling me what to do next
rest on the land if you can remember
I do this for you now
For my loved one his coming of age. I watch him gaze after the hills
he is walking toward me his wisdom breaks open the sun
he has seen himself for the first time, there are no answers
only this beautiful leaping question that keeps asking... who are you, who are you
Again discovered between wilderness of day and night, some small star to follow
toward the deep interior to encounter constellations of who he is to become
a blue-green sky soul, recovery discovery and wholeness
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