EARTH DAUGHTER.
by
Heather Rowan.
After a three day journey from the mid-west, I have arrived. It is dawn. I stand gazing up at the sky watching the Morning Star suspended above fade. I call to her softly.
"Goodnight Mother"
Goodnight Daughter...
I descend into my day castle
In the Andes mountain ranges
somewhere in Peru.
Stay safe and true
To yourself ...
Now turn to your friend.
Awaken him.
Your time is nigh.
This year you travel further into time.
On either side of me the deserted city street seems to stretch away into eternity. Behind me, the friendly facade of the apartment building shelters me from a cool rush of air passing over the rooftops above. The tired branches of a gnarled maple tree traps it. Air lingers and hangs there, watching me.
"Good morning Air" I say, but it departs using the branches of the tree to propel itself on into the morning.