yggdrasill
time pours from every orifice
in the place where east touches west
and north goes down on south
gets lost when flesh imprisons
songs that bones cannot forget
are you the hummingbird
too busy to decide
or the brown bear
hibernating in eternal winter
unable to rise to the occasion
of branches parting
three times fooled I await
never occurring arrivals
while your crow dances on my head
and your wolf drinks
from the pool where
my oak roots sleep
thought this was my domain
but other mistresses hover
how many are you courting
counting reasons to hide
bound in runes red
Grim beacon blaring
the darkness of men
also in women
Annette Sugden ver. 4/September,2006