Sun watching. The dreams of the world.
I am here and holding the sun together,
the edge of the night. The edge of the world.
Writer in San Francisco, CA

Slid into heaven
Thanks to raven wings and bones
It is a dark room
Scattering of beads, thunder
I wake in the morn
poem written in Tanka form
Sun watching. The dreams of the world.
I am here and holding the sun together,
the edge of the night. The edge of the world.