moon marked door keeper
heed I with both hands clasped
my pitch is bright and yarn spins out
daring to the beyond
possess these seedlings
bound and faithfully assembled
that all once perceived forever pours
to fill this empty frame
oh be a shield
a wide salt circle of protection
our children drevait
and the asham passes swiftly
so with hands unclasped
we cast this glimmer
skyward to the untold
where every light is one of we
now step and whirl
low beneath the wax and wane
our shells coiled
in every bogle and whine
calling out in each toe tap and plié
observing the endless
all carefully chasing
the door marked moon
© Curtis Ackie, Seedlings 2022
Brianna McCarthy, Image from Nano's Comfort - Seedlings (2022)