Sometimes I choose to work with four elements,
or one hundred eighteen
This is why we each get to write our own book,
call it a journal,
book of Shadows,
And I’ll read yours and you’ll read mine
and we’ll carry away what is also true for ourselves,
leaving the rest.
There’s a bird out there — it’s 4am, dark as pitch, but there’s a bird out there —
which makes a chipping noise like it ought to be a morning bird.
You do you, bird.
I’ll learn what I can from you.