I don’t want to stir the cauldron
Start those beads of joy
Bouncing off each other
Light, color, sound
It’s safer here inside
Where I can talk to
you
Heart to heart
And share the
never-ending
I don’t want to open the mailbox
And see my name in black ink
On an envelope from you
With some unfamiliar stamp
It’s better to talk to
you soul to soul
All the things we
really want to say
That don’t depend on
gravity’s structures
Or involve people to
be hurt
I know that psychic dialogue is suspect
That the test of truth is in the manifestation
I know it would be exciting to see you
But I don’t want to stir it up
I walk in the forest
alone
The spirits talk to me
The fairies recognize
me clearly
The old trees say
‘Welcome back’
To match my steps to yours would be strange
To feel the tentacles of your presence
Interact with the energy of the woods
Like them I would be subsumed
I’d rather have you
with me in my mind
Be all at one with
every stalk and branch
And know that on every parallel track
Our lives are
intertwined
