we can’t say we know where we were going
in some instances we can’t say if we were going at all
there was a curve in the prayer and the dream woke up
to what would sooth the soul
the sound of the river rolling over rocks
or the qualming of a rattlers rattle
perhaps the sound of an owls night flight
or the wind blowing through the trees
dreams dreaming into each others dreams
leaving the cry to the cry
soon it will sooth your soul

(Michele Buchanan)