The Medicine Wheel precedes us
Yet also
The Medicine Wheel received us
The silent space breathes
As we, together, or apart
Breathe for each other
Shelters and baskets
Well, they began much earlier
Than our shelters or baskets
Shelter being a basic need
Although love, love runs it close
Especially in my own world wilderness
As if in Connemara
Where to go is actually no foundation
For seeing Connemara
I was in Los Angeles
A couple of years before
Then in London, but that was later
Lewes will always mean
A place for meeting
Adrift of the Siberian winds
But now I am confused
The Shadow Stuff is dated
After the gallery visitation
Fortunately, Basket for Crows
Fits our timeline, precisely
Almost calling it as a time to revisit.
