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By Morgan Farley

I am clearing a space
here, where the trees stand back
I am making a circle so open
the moon will fall in love
and strike these grasses with her silver
I am setting stones in the four directions
stones that have called my name
from mountaintops and riverbeds, canyons and mesas
Here I will stand with my hands empty
mind empty under the moon
And if something
takes my life, if a sudden wind
sweeps through me, changing everything
I will not resist
I am ready for whatever comes
But I think it will be
something small, an animal
padding out from the shadows
on delicate paws, or a word
spoken so softly I hear it inside
There is a way to live that makes the angels cry out
in rapture. There is
a way to live that makes
each star a cell
Come stand with me here, it is
cold I know, and silent,
nothing is happening
The next breath, and the next, is the new life