The Witch Series

Witch’s Prayer

To wear a hat made of rain

to float like a little skiff

into the enveloping mist.

To be naked and fogbound,

to be cloud caressed

and chilled to the marrow.

To be invisible, wild

as a neutrino bouncing

across the emptiness,

blissfully small, to be

a blip, a phoneme,

O no, no O, O no name .

To see nothing, to take

nothing in for a change,

to move through

the blessing of blankness

all your cells drunk

on the smell of earth,

water, and air.

To feel yourself dissolving

into something vast

and sentient. Smoke

from a slow burning fire.

To let go of the world, this life,

for a few free moments,

face the clean white page,

and begin the story anew

So mote it, for me

so mote it be.