out of the blue

out of the blue

the words came:

let your dreams

be dreams again

stop mining them

for meaning

and so i learned

to take refuge in

the nightly asylum.

out of the blue

the words came:

let nature

be your teacher

and so i learned

to be still.

out of the blue

the words came:

draw a circle

and so i learned

the Spirit's voice.

-stacy wills (3/1/2011)

source image: cypress swamp along the natchez trace