High winds

white sky

wild birds do glide

tattered smoke fades

embers in the pipe

move like

life beginning



High winds

pyramids

glittering ring

blood of the king

daughter of the stars

you are

life beginning



The wind's travellers' tales tease the tops of the trees

the ships have all sailed to the mouth of the sea...



High winds

wheel turns

the spider spins

hands draw us in

river-scented skin

moves in

life beginning



Falsehood lies panting like a fish in the palm...



(ottawa -- june, 1970)