The tree in my front yard houses a Mockingbird*

Buried deep in the brush, the nest is guarded by

A steadfast male in a nearby tree branch,

kamikaze dropping on robins**

That are all puddled together sucking worms from the earth

Disrupted only when they get too close to the border

(*State Bird for Arkansas, Florida, Tennessee, and Texas)

(**State Bird for Connecticut, Michigan, and Wisconsin)

I feel my sisters in the water

Feel my brothers in my blood

Generations of Daughters

Ages of the Son

Raise your spirits up in unity         

Our heart’s aligned as one

In purpose of prosperity

Amen. Thy will be done

Whispering beneath hope

Remembering the deep scope

of infinite possibilities

impossible responsibilities

Cherished magic alight

Warmest days and hotter nights.

The dip and glide of your hips, smoothing a patterned homage

The kisses that engulfed me were ever present; generously offered.

Touches became craved, breath became new life, as a baptism

I believed in the magic we created, equal to equal, of one mind

The sword and shield were presented

with blissful harmonies resplendent

Intimately hidden bubble of opportunity

God and Goddess, Blessed Be

Magic ricochets a woven web

half truths, well meaning said

Belief in love generates sharp fears

of rejection; of a thousand tears