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