From The Meteor

the wings

of the past 

are still fastened

to your back

you must carry

the weight 

of the great sweep

of feathers

and I notice 

how you are strong 

and your shoulders 

are broad

under their burden

I look 

with my one 

blind 

witch’s eye 

and the fault lines 

under the surface 

leap into focus

my dear friend

allow the crown 

to fall from your head

I will make  

a cup of emerald stone

a bowl of healing 

from the meteor 

I will unclasp your hand 

from the hilt of the sword

I will whisper 

my enchantments 

the lily of heaven 

is not held 

in the hands of the host

you must look closer 

to find its soft petals

The Holy Grail depicted on a stained glass window at Quimper Cathedral