PIVOT

You can change yr intention,
you can pivot where you stand

For Peter Coyote

I tried to cover my eyes with spoons

So I couldn't see the pain

I tried to extinguish the fire of memory

By shooting liquid on the flame

But I only found myself

Blind, covered in cold wet ashes

You can pivot where you stand

He said to me

You can change your intention

So I brush the ashes off my soul

To the ground where I now stand

I take the same spoon

Rinsed clean

And dig a small hole

I plant a new seed

With the water

Stored behind my eyes

All these years

Even the wild lupine

On the hillside at Olema

Must first push through dirt

Before it blooms

© Nicole Wills