A moonbeam crossed my path the other day
and a magpie flew by with construction material in his beak.
Broad daylight extending the ways things
move beyond boundaries.
The movement of moon and
magpie across
the changing landscapes of ground
and heart.
Lighting and building something, somwhere.
Mayflies mingle in the dreamtime and
the blue bird says, “Good morning.
Are you awake yet?”