Triangulation directed me closer to the stars,
so I took that route towards the sun.
Epiphanies in the clouds

Speculation brought me back down to dirt,
not much to say for the insecurities of gravity…
Justly humbled
Held down, yet together…

Moved back into Mother Earth…
My room in the heart of her womb…
Seasons sheltered in Our home

Listened to the springs and caught the falls.
Illuminated by the silent fullness of the winter Moon
It shines bright as summer in love