one foot in this world

the magic of welcoming/acknowledging
the other people that aren’t people that are here with us too
(the floating cottonwood fluff, the gnats, the eagles across the river) –
how i always want to be in spaces/groups that do this
i’m here – now i’ve arrived alyson says
when i find her and we sing
in the big circle before dinner
someone chimes in and says weird is an ancient gaelic word
meaning one foot in this world
and one foot in the other
good where we’ve been good where we’re going to

i sing to/with kva
while the green car dusty with gravel roadness
and i hold her up