We can find our way in the dark
those sentinels stand tall
obliterating stars
calling out to us in a music
that makes the blood rise
with memories we have set aside

Though we bury ourselves in logic
and push our intuition aside
there is a pulse keeping time
inviting us into our own, old magicks
drawing us back into home
and the circle of family and history

Those stones stand impassive
defying explanation
but familiar in their impossibility
like seeing our own features
in a new family member’s face
the dance is all of our knowledge

Before time
in the stillness of fog
before it burns off in the sun
where words do not hold sway
over what the heart remembers ~ Caroline A. Slee