Know

“Stay close, my heart, to the one who knows your ways…” - Rumi

I’d break the mold

Cast a maple spell on summer,

tether tonight’s dream

I’d stand inside the dream

Tadasana,  mountain to

stones in the river, silent

under paddle strokes.

I’d be diamonds in the smoke,

shining out our anthem.

I heard it yesterday.

Stagecoach Road wore fire pinks

along its limestone shoulders

I’d be the feathery sedum

beside it, delicate Tennessee triskelion

ready with all three arms

to wrap you up

in waterfalls, in high humidity

with leviathan heart,

whispering a sturdy pledge,

like the one of armadillos to fire ants -

we will follow you to the end of time.

--rosalynn cimino 2015