two-shoes

to see her is like watching a stream of water
flow through and around
it’s
like suddenly realizing
floating flakes of the first snowfall

it’s delight
it’s sacred

she speaks in heart
in poem
laughing
crying
each and every smile
sigh
glance
laugh
tear
movement
her hand just so on your arm
a covenant

every movement a lovely prayer
and
every breath a dance
a wish
a sacrament
floating up and out of her into
the All
so careful yet so solid

every day she reaches up to shake
hands with the leaves
as she passes underneath
old familiar friends are they

and yet
“my mistress’ eyes are nothing like the sun”
for it is not the world’s beauty
she possesses
not what you crave

she moves through time and space
with such love
such care
with one practical
earthy eye on the weather
hoping the rain will baptize
her again on the way home
soak through to join her own juices
and her other on the insects below her

brother ant ascends her foot
so determined
between toes
caution little brother
she tells him
I am still learning to be so graceful
so full
yet essential
but am still thick and clumsy

and her heart
well
her heart
is always seeking
feeling for familiar
kindred spirits
in all those seen and unseen
realms where she travels
even as her feet tread
upon the Divine One

Two-shoes
the medicine man took a first, one look
and immediately christened her
always a foot in each world

Physical
Non-physical

always navigating both
at the same time
balancing
straddling
listening
measuring

so if she seems far and away
from who you thought she
was in Earth’s yesterday
have no doubt
she’ll be back around
any minute now

she probably just got distracted
by some lovely thought-form
that floated past
and caught her inner eye