Kin

Of course we are kin 

do we not share 

a valley of inspiration

where we harvest words 

and bright images 

beneath the cupped hands of the sky 

and every rock and rivulet

is held in common by our house

and nothing is possessed

from the intemperate sun

down to the river’s edge.

All these years

I misunderstood hiraeth

it was the future I was longing for

to find a place

where the language I spoke

was the mother tongue 

where our affinity 

would run like the rain

over the falls 

so that every day 

we could be filled 

with dreams of light and shadow.

From the furthest reaches

of the earth

thousands of lives have 

flashed like matches

and gone out

to give us this moment, my muse

that we may set the stars to burning 

and pull them across the night

kindling dragons and oracles

because 

where our imaginations meet

nothing is impossible.

Photo courtesy of David McCaskill

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