Photo by Laura Hood
Not circling back
Not
an ancient
mystical arrangement, just
stones
leftover from
the coastal defences.
We
always said
spaces become sacred
when
used for
a sacred purpose.
Gathered
Saturday closest
to the sabbat
Six
Seasonal turnings
of the wheel.
Goddess
teaches us
everything is transitional.
Throwing
Rob’s ashes
wind lashing, hurling
them
back in
our faces, up
our
sleeves. Knowing
that this cycle,
terminated
here, surrendering
to that peace.
