{peyote}

the ice storm
the ice storm
the ice storm
comes upon us
a new reality
sleet white
the ground, the white ground is upside down
the great bird takes flight
above our gentle, lovely heads
our eyes
roll back in our minds
and we howl
until the orange moon’s rise
and set again between the nipple of the mountain
we are carried away
high, far away by the thunder and the light
the great bird in the sky
the light
the beautiful trident buries deep in his earth
the lion roars
the trees stand motionless
the man and the woman
standing as silent giants
watching from the highest peak
as the world melts
topples
resettles
and comes to be
the bark, the tree’s bark
has grown
become
all over me.

-peace {be} to the world
pluto sky