This was her stone
her sacred place
high above the
space below
where she would go
when distance
came too close
when life decreed
its need
and insistence.
High up here
She'd relax her soul
and let it flow
out onto
the calm and go
the calm and go
the calm
from when to dawn.
For When was a wonder
always shifting
sifting sandish
with outlandish purpose
at notice
unwarned.
But dawn was and is.
She could smile and sit
with the that and this
of a constant
Shadow.
Wekemovye!
she would sing
as sun and stone
met
with her.
And children knew
Children knew.