For Collins
You are the greening willow,
playing a reed-flute in the wind.
You are the white folds of the wave,
enchanting the water-fairies to dance
like whirling dervishes.
You walk the night like the moon
wrapped in a whiteness.
Your feet, crusted by the frost and dew,
haunt the dark hills.
You nourish yourself from the stone’s wet-kiss.
You are the impenetrable path
that ends at the cliff of dawn.
published in Siegel, Ellen.,& Ayers, Lana Hechtman. (2002). Do Not Give Me Things Unbroken. iUniverse.