Cherry Tree Melody
A bird in the yard
Comes to my window in the evening time
Singing me a sweet melody
Find me in the cherry tree
I seek wisdom in it’s every root
Maybe all it was meant for is lessons and good sex, but life is a mystery. He said, and life is long. I’m on the list once he’s ready for the song. Maybe an insult, and it is but I hope he calls and that I’d even say no. I’d like to say now with certainty that I would, but that would be a lie!
There are many specifics, none necessary to recount. It was gorgeous and painful and a slap in the face I saw coming from miles away, that I stuck my cheek out to accept. I waited ready for the slap, and when it came I cried anyway.
Twenty four hours to nap on the floor of the shower, culminating that first night in the convening of the coven. A wise woman analyzed my Sabian symbols and let me know that I will be a famous poet and bear many children. The next day the sun rose at the river and the feeling began to drift away. As I wrote four years ago, the power of the sun is in me too! Everything I conceive of comes from my own mind. There is no other really, only a churning up kaleidoscope and clear running water. My mother’s verdict has been entered, excommunicating the wizard for good with a sprinkle of venom that I appreciate but feel no personal need for. What is real is here to stay.