Green Mantle

Last night I dreamed of the spring mountains, which I called green-mantled, and of finding a dead perching bird in the snow.

Lately I’ve been going to bed under the bright eye of Jupiter. I look up at the many stars and think of where I will go and where I might be. Jupiter sets in the western sky and I still lie awake.

Perhaps, then, I am feeling a pull to redraw my borders and become a new kind of territory. I dedicate myself anew to the things I am sworn to care for, to becoming one of the universe’s sacred objects!