"If you listen"

three profound wishes balanced on a spire of glass
evidence of healing, spinning wheel
turned towards each other, three exquisite dancers
more fickle than life, hurt from the womb
spreading fingers in the air, peering at each other

you can hear them if you listen
their moving breath, their footfall
if you listen to your heart
they will call you in and feed you
mothers to themselves
giving shelter to us all

november cantilever flashes of light
placed into a circle, making a map with your finger
there are no sorrows too large to bear, dancers know this
fling themselves like arrows toward the task
these 3 intimates connected, flaming in the sky

you can catch them if you listen
break that rudimentary vacuum, cradle change
if you listen with your eyes
with your palms in circles resting
captivating fortress
pale and wintry night