Google me and you might find

that I once sat behind a mahogany desk

In a corner office with a view of the bay

I decided things of importance, and thought myself so 

Awake.

Ah, but wisdom found my hiding places,

Haunting me with dreams of twisting buildings and tidal waves

And earth shifting, opening wide the ground beneath my
feet. 

Now, I spread straw in the orchard.

I harvest snow peas and snap beans and sage,

I create fragrant, savory soup from fresh kale.    

Squash and tomatoes fill my baskets in summer…

I am as morning mist descends from our mountain and white
pelicans ride gossamer threads above our waters

I make clay pots, and pray amidst dancing trees, listening

Deeply called to heal the land 

from a wildness within me that doesn’t decide anything,

Yet knows what it means to be in this place,

Enchanted and magical,

Loving. 

At night, I dream different dreams.