the vigil

a poem from the mountain

the hollowing
of breath and bone
is standing vigil
within the dark womb
of mud and night

faceless in communion
with buzzing wings
tender stones
and ancestors
of names lost

through doors
opened by grief
and blue libations

a vision is brought
from the blue
into the morning light

a being,
of mountain nectar and ash
of hurricane and thunder

highly mysterious
yet undeniably wild
like the very being
where the hollowing
took form

Photo by Eddie Lawhead on Unsplash

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