Honor

She lies like a friend
in the back of my head
My heart grows big
and bursts from my chest
beating like a beacon
for a wandering gypsy
this trailblazing hero
of stubborn philosophy

Wonder and wisdom
flow from her fingertips
stories are woven
from translucent thread
collected from culture
Her steps become coloured
like blood on a footpath
crossing oceans and landmass alike

Windspan increasing
outstreched to a sunrise
greeting the sparks in the depths of the night
Like the sea eagle soaring
through clear air and currents
cleaning the sky on a breeze made of language

Watching the land
as it passes below
like a series of journeys
laid out on a map
open air flying
flocks of birds mingle
all the while
the contours cling to her back

The bells on her gypsy feet
twinkle so fast
as she takes easy footsteps
through the present
from past.
Photo 1: Dane Voorderhake      Photo 2: Maddy Neely