parables become
you inside enfold
each hesitant step
as dust rises in
a swirl to create
an aura of earth
as guardian beneath
a waxing moon
your stomach’s full
the fire’s warm
sporadic experiences
transform along lines
of thought as if grace
will find a way to saddle
wisdom upon your back
until you’re broken
to the bit and smiling
(April 12, 2016)
