Cleansing

Dimming light comes again, too soon.
Spinning year, “no blame” I Ching says.
Remember this? Recalling is all too apposite
in these days of insanity and chaos.
Cleanse your own heart and run jauntily through
crystal waters in sharded rays of high noon….
White calling birds gliding overhead;
exquisite feather dropping into my outstretched hand.