Plea

Apparently i’m not the only one who had an intense august ride.
I decided it was time for an invocation.

if you’re with us on the sinking ship, I see you. 

I beg of you on scarred knees,
Fairies, tricksters and dream walkers,

Ladies of bark and air whose smiles stalk my footsteps
Like feather capes,
ivy shadows

I call every eye that warmed my ghost with its touch 
To build around me a gossamer net of hope
And spin gently around my wrists 
Golden braids of belonging

Build around my sleeping courage
A woven reed roof of murmured song,
A tapestry of remembering 
A cleansing wind to scour off the choking black mud
That walls me in whispers of exile

Burst me from this mind prison
and rise within like a bubbling stream
Fresh after a thousand years sleeping

I beg of you with all that I am

guide my feet 
to a haven
Of strong arms and packed earth

I can bear to stagger on
No longer,
cradling home in my arms like a dried out stunted tree