Her soft winged migration
from the northwest
brought her here
to light in our circle.

No sharp can opener,
she flew her invitation
into this corral
of mustangs, paints, and palominos.

This rainwoman,
seeding pregnant clouds
gathered from Texas plains, hills, and lowlands,
we… bridges
over stormy gulfs
and angry chasms
rain our souls
from beams of inner child-wisdom
awakened now and opened
like birth day gifts,
shiny colorful wrappings
strewn in the circles of our sharing.

Here we are
arrived at our beginnings
grateful that she trained
her northern light
magnifying ours.