hedgewitch

Hail, Mountain of Granite

plateau of a thousand lakes

birthplace of the goddess

womb of mystery and wildness

 

I come as one who sits on the hedge

watcher of both ravens and ranches

columbines and cancer

marmots and methamphetamines

Boundary destroyer, creator, and dweller

One who moves betwixt and between the

two worlds

 

The old twisted Spruce glances

down at me, amused, a curious

glint in her eye, replies

“which two worlds?”

 

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