I came to meet you and show you my soul for judgment which only comes from the old
the ancient, the wise, the weary who sold
their earthly image for pearly invisibility.
The rocks were anything but stones and the wind sang with the sound
of something just beyond
and you looked through me once and laughed out
“Child, how could you be so bold?”
You bid me go home until I was grown
then come back through the trees with a soul.