The Pool
Redtail,
Black, White,
and Rust Red
circles above,
crying out,
blessing the four
gathered in the old pool,
labyrinth emerging.
Spirit into matter,
matter into light.
Wisteria and Poison Oak entwined
through and around
iron railings of times forgotten.
Secret garden,
hidden garden,
the north-east beckons
while March winds carry our prayers,
our wonder,
our excitement
to under ground rivers
where life bursts forth
on hillsides of grazing cattle
remembering
nautilus spirals and Minotaur bones
in the grass that creeps
back through
the cracks
of old cement.
Lea
Goode-Harris ©
March 5, 1997