For You

What happens if you find yourself in a different place,
and you find that you, in this place, are a different person?
Maybe you don't even know this person you have become, but
the person you have become has been waiting right here,
in this new place, for a long, long time. Biding, abiding.

You may find yourself thinking of the moth that beats against
the pane, and of the pain of dislocation, of finding oneself
in entirely the wrong place for using ones wings for their
true purpose. You may look at yourself and wonder what became
and what will become and wing through the night sky, moon lit.

Sorcery is a strange art. It encompasses all others and surpasses
all. A poem released into the wild will work its wordspell in a wide
world of endless interconnections until, one. single. moment. when.
it finds purchase and a whole new life spins outward. Becoming
winged, wheeling moonward. A light, a light bringer. Constellation.