birdsong & wolf howls

“Yeah, I write songs sometimes. Well, I hear songs, in my head. So I write them down. I guess that’s writing songs?”

HOPSCOTCH

I found a rock I picked it up I put it in my pocket for a day

A piece of solid life without a breath it once grew corn it once was clay

and on its jagged edge I felt my thumb I learned the texture of my skin

and when I smelled the dust of it I tasted it and flew the sky within

and oh, I play hopscotch on the ordered plans of man

I sweetly sing visions in this unpromised land

the answers to the mysteries are etched on our hands

I’m laughing walking on the shifting sands

and who can know

the weight of snow

unless he walks outside his door

and feels the weight of white

and feels the weight of light

I am a woman day I am a (k)night in shining blood I will give birth

to visionaries souls without a mark and madmen restless on the earth

and all your laws and all your jails will not prevail against the human curse

the misery of clarity may drive a man to tell the truth or worse

and oh, I play hopscotch on the ordered plans of man

I sweetly sing visions in this unpromised land

the answers to the mysteries are etched on our hands

I’m laughing walking on the shifting sands