a soft dusting of snow

a soft dusting of snow, like powdered sugar
on a doughnut one cannot wait to savour
fell dreamily between midnight and dawn

up most of the night in corpse pose
the images of jaguar, turtle, hawk
took residence in cerebrum's chamber

could not sleep, and could not move
entranced, enchanted by colors pressed
within third eye's council, the body did rest

while tales of tenderness tugged
my strength abated; truth can never
be harsh when lies lift up-revealing

bareness of being beneath night gown
angels on high keep a comforting watch
the steadying of a spinning bowl

loosening the grip of needing to know
another blessed arrow released
from suction cup mythology

kayaking between the worlds
of fiction and truth telling
we can still ride the wooden edge

careening a curtsy as the sound
of sand whooshes beneath the boat;
living on an island we feel the constancy

of the tides--the dearth and the replenishment
of waters' ability to go where no one has gone-- and then
to leave as soon as the naked shore has been kissed

Kate Lamberg

photo by Kate Lamberg