Become

Each evening resting on the floor
In the time of the valley
When the moons were especially quiet
and the lakes were still
I had this contemplation within the world I know
Alone I took time to pull at my long gray beard
By the light of past dawns
And early mornings
I had to shed my skin
Rebirth my insect
and become some kind of holy



Jan 12/09 1154pm