there is a numinous quality
to the air and atmosphere that descends
like a skittish cardinal quickly alight the moment it catches my eye seeing it
descends nonetheless and returns again
calling my home its home/
like that cardinal I can come to count on it descending
just as I’ve about lost hope of a return
in studio alone brush in hand music strumming
or even now
when it’s especially necessary
when I am in the space held by those who’ve come
so far in to trust and step over the threshold and join me
for now
realizing while we may be solitary on our journey
we also get to be walking in the way with others
participating in all that happens
even if just a small fluttering
respeakings