Layers of sedimentary stillness are settling quietly between the tinsel,
creating a strong foothold from which to take flight.
Yes - the eagle takes flight and perches at the top of the invader fir tree.
Then She blinks Her beady eye within me and there it is;
the perfect contradiction balanced on its knife-edged stillness.
Come crystal sword and pierce my veins, let them pulse with a million shards of stillness.
They sparkle in my far-seeing eyes so that the worldly spin of this christmas time stops.
And I can see you, Bone woman. And there are rocks forming in my belly.