Crossing
by Tigris Powers

There is a bridge that speaks

Winged songs dance joyfully
on air ever sweet with kind
dew that kisses my face.

The echoing call repeats

Star people speak my name
as if time has given new birth
to the one who was me, now I.

Of other worlds in other time

All nothingness becomes clear
and two are one so that one
may learn again to be two.

Voices familiar in sound

The aged faces of the wind
I close my eyes —
For the first time can I see.

©Tigris Powers, 2002-2008