Before the coming
they were sent to watch
two of them
bales arranged
brazier lit
one keeps watch
the other sleeps
the moment arrives
the dragon blazes a trail
across the clear evening sky
cockerel crows
together they return with haste
eagerly telling tales to
the listening hearts of
the wise ones
who
knowing what to do
begin their preparation
in secret
caverns of the shaman's mind
brightling questions arise
retreating
soaked in stillness
listening in
silent gratitude
for those who watch
endless rebirth
regeneration
stories told in hand-fulls
of earthy stardust
reconstruct the universe
from the speck of dust
in your
watchful eye
