The Clearing
by Morgan Farley


I am clearing a space
here, where the trees stand back.

I am making a circle so open
the moon will fall in love
and stroke these grasses with her silver.

I am setting these stones in the four directions,
stones that have called my name
from mountaintops and riverbeds,
canyons and mesas.

Here I will stand with my hands empty,
Mind empty under the moon.

And if something takes my life,
if a sudden wind sweeps through me,
changing everything,
I will not resist.

I am ready for whatever comes.