Lilith's Child

Cupped in a deer’s ear, I am held,

each of their delicate hairs sharing me.

Rocked in the sway of a prey animal’s gait, I watch every night

how the stars feed the moon,

the dipper ladling the last

of the sun’s light to her lips.

Deer grazes on the blades that wash with the coast thousands of miles away.

I too am in the long line of the hungry,

mouth agape in awe,

awaiting my serving.

She sways on, listening to the echos of my soul. Agreeing with my melody.

How honored I am for an audience,

to be heard as soft as a whistle.

I blush at the tender grasp of soil

around sensitive roots,

offering me lily blooms, paintbrushes, and bells.

My eyelids glide as snake bellies over rocks do, alarmingly coy.

Roses on my stage

as her head bows.