when wistful winds
rise up from concrete canyons
when water wades
from river, wood, and cloud
slowly spirit steps
across solstice threshold
where moon scythes the cold
divides the north & south
spirit paces between north & south
wanders the narrow hall of light
the door ever open, ever locked
she passes through the jambs
she pries through northern star keyhole
her foot's silhouette describes
the southern cross' mystic line

 
Elsie Cardinal
Hwy 61
Papal Village, OK