Shaman in Residence
Halfway through the journey
she finds herself inside the whale,
confined to mull her condition over,
what led this far,
what lies behind the baleen,
what passageway to heed.
Memories transpire on the edge of iodine —
girl on a swing
deep blueness of lovers' embrace
horses catching fish -
till ocean expels her on the shore,
diamond pain, weapon and jewel,
sea glass licked by the sun.
The way land greets her,
she enters this sacred
place called winter, elusive epiphany.
With a different face, liquid language,
she seeps into sand in search of treasures.