The cat & the heron

This poem came out of two recent dreams, one with a cat messenger, the other with heron.

Bast, scratch memory back into skin

I walk the Hall of Two Truths

searching for rebirth. Bennu, shed

the gray for white with a ribbon

of blue. Lonely hunter of voice

speak to me of silence. I wade

between worlds seeking balance

to bend with willow’s grace

is the gift of sorrow