What we are about to become,
dancing with the shadow of
what we used to know about ourselves
What we are not answering,
looking for the beautiful question
that refuses to rush our seasonality
What we are withdrawing from,
finding another ground
from which to see and step into the unknown
What we are transforming,
observing the movements of the ravens,
the dark companions to our embodied selves,
inescapable shadows to be lived with
