poem 80 of a poem a day for 2012

this is what my children were born from

we spoke of Pan 

and the things 

that have always 

remained unsaid 

in the trees

we were already lost 

for two days

a little water left

but we talked of Pan 

and immortality 

and we followed the rain 

of last night's Moon

a stream led out 

from a deep mountain lake 

we circled in wander 

all day feeding 

our winding 

into each other 

as the story grew 

it was a before 

we knew what 

was happening 

the water's width 

became too wide 

and too fast 

to cross careful past

this is where 

a guide from above 

showed up in the form 

of a single coiled 

braid cable of steel 

strung across 

a now swollen creek 

this is what 

Mabon flows with

full of the undertows

of what can birth 

in the passions 

between two souls

that share time enough

to create Love 

on a single strand 

of unwinding

towards a home

EJR (c)