my tongue runs dry.
telling tales, selling wares, paying tariffs, being hassled by sheriffs.
the time has come to meet me in the space i am now.
the greeting, full and fleeting.
my blood runs cool and falls to my feet.
then rises again filling my soul body with a cleansing breath.
a nod to the divine, prayer to heart; my hands raise without thought.
agile bodymind takes practice.