Butterfly - by Linda Hogan(Emergence Magazine)

In the strong earth fragrance

I am part of the tree,

held against it. Brother, Sister,

we came from the cellular division,

its math already figured

many thousands of years

in the beginning,

in the far distance

of the journey,

the fragrance of leaves,

the taste of dew.

I was part of the tree, feeling

the leaves so heavy with

that morning damp,

awaiting the spectacle of sunset,

the evening blue, that vision of night.

Long ago, intruders

forced us to cross this land to the Black Prairie,

where glow worms shine all night

part of the magic of their life.

We traveled the ledge above a river

to the Long House village.

We are the clan of crossings

and the young transformed themselves,

opened their silk, crossed into full,

wing life to fly with all others

at once indigo blue, cerulean, their beauty

leaving us behind to watch,

knowing we crossed time

into the swarm of trees.

This generation; it is time to hunger,

each life still and watching the young

take again to our ways.

We look back and look forward,

remember the beginning.

We remember the milk of stars,

and drink the light.

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