Emperor Yu, beside the Yellow River
noticed a painted turtle’s
dome poke from the yurtling
current... crosshatched with a magic square.
Was struck with wonder – enlightenment.
The order of the world
arrayed, made clear – curled
around one salient shell. A tent
of meeting at the end of time,
a mote embedded with
encaustic gold... the myth
fleshed out by spider-paradigm –
one woof of mutuality
The character of a place reflects
the character of those
who dwell therein. Flows
of time illumine the limestone text,
the lambswool poncho, shrouded cave –
where we will meet again
old Roger Gentle-Hand,
bright Guillaume Apple-Mare... Genevieve
Little Tree... dear Juliet Bluejay...
where the matrix wheels
an April love... seals
1200 tribes with alma-joie.