I am walking with my firebird friend
and from out of the swamp comes a
tiger
to walk beside us,
as we talk our path
and learn to walk our walk,
from around the corner comes to stalk
a lion
the color of caramel and creme
to help me see the truth of our dream,
and then a spirit of solid white,
eyes glowing bright
footsteps so light as if from vapor, an etheral queen
materializes and thus is seen
she circles twice –
then disappears into palmettos beside the road –
(telling us what we already know)
that stories must be told –
and so we commit to tell
stories that heal, and help as well
to each other and to you
wherever you be
we must all tell the stories that help set us free.
