Mixed media.
I trust that the sun will rise and set. I trust that t h e m o o n will w e a v e a w e b Speckled by the stars I trust to shine. And the shrine I trust, shining behind eyes dewey from squinting at the stars And dewey spider webs that stop time. I trust that the rain will fall. I trust that the clouds will darken During the summer storm I trust the winds to bring. I trust that the waters will rise a n d fall. I trust the banks to bow each time, as one returns home, I trust, another sets off. I trust that the land will grow. I trust that from the seed will emerge the tree I trust to find shade under. That the fire will dance, That the breath will lead. I trust that the dead will March for the living I trust to cheer them on. I trust in my home Unseen, All I trust.
