Time Running Backward

Time Running Backward 

In the fading sun

long of leg and slightly leaning

on a sturdy thick stick

Stands the Crone –

Soft breeze catches

chants of gone years

as they spill from mouth

to lips –

singing the vow taken

words spoken as a passion promised

drone – delicious on the tongue

in that long ago shimmered setting sun –

She then ushered into it all held in the crook of

Universe’s elbow in the soft bend between

girl and woman-

Standing then young, tall, hair flowing

under the circling of crows before the smooth

walls of the cool cave –

Now, an unclenched fist –

this space of time –

this space of time undamming

All rippling rivers rushing to this night –

Standing in the fading sun

soft light playing in the shimmer of sudden silvered

hair in the woods gentle embrace – annoints her with ambrosia

in the fading sun

she stands tall

in this instant

of time running backward

and renews her vow inhaling the

cool of coming night –

all promises to and from

still and forever binding