Greater Call

There’s a geography in every room you walk through
Eyes half closed I scent the pathways and wayfind through the Relative that 
You carve from a landscape of self.

Past the sandstone dimples and edifices painted with feelings you tithe in your walk;
Through cairns where your thoughts arabesque and vye for attention
As you prostrate to the Greater call 
Of the river, moon,  and wing

Songs of heart and bone
Perseid through the walls
Give me just enough time
To hitch to your breath’s arc

And Be, through your becoming.