The wheel turns

As the wheel turns,
the drums are beginning,
freezing
the burning,
feeling their way in
into the darkness
to find the hidden lights.

I float
like Turtle
among acculturated dregs
drowning my element –
water flows calmly
underneath the surface
that has become my world.

I wade out into the beating current
and swim widdershins as it were
back into the deepest dark.

My muscles hurt
as fear feeds fear,
commanding me
to turn back –
there is nothing here but pain,
a soft voice whispers.

I cannot listen, I cannot
give up now
and continue swimming
for without light
I am suddenly not.

i find Her
at the river’s beginnings –
here light wells up
into being

i breathe fearless now
touching what was
misunderstood always

as the drums stop beating
the wheel turns again
into tears

another flow
feeding my world