The bone weaves flesh

And spins a boat

A sail and oar –

With nets in tow

Crow sets afloat

Upon the mind of darkness.



It began with the music….

And the birdsong

And the windsong

And the sun-light

And the rain

It began with the balance

And the beauty

With cycles of fairness

The wax and the wane.

Do you remember?

How – it – began?

The Foetus

The Foetus