Water Bones

Wicker sticks and willow reed

Water bones for what I weave

Baskets that once carried me

Or gather for my family

We won't wander far to eat 

Nor for purpose, pride, or peace

Like the firmament does keep

Fish from stars and deer from sea

'Til return to Mystery -

All we need is what we see

(Dis)belief

An empty seat across from me

A seeker there etherically
I only know, but never see

The fruits of physicality

It's making me batshit crazy

So say I disappear and be -

A fairy, fragrance, frequency

The zen within a wind and tree

I have no wants or unmet needs

My time's not set in days and weeks
And ask me what I miss the least?
Your mortal doubts and disbelief