the night is heavy, hot and thick with latent thunder. it is the calm before the storm. i can feel it gathering in the humidity that lies so slick between my clothing and my skin. i can hear it in the sultry bullfrog's moan.
baby jake is coming. i can feel his soul pushing against the Gate, gathering force and form. i can feel his essence pushing against the Veil, searching for a threshold, a doorway from That World into this. this morning as i was gathering sweet annie and other herbs to make my bundles for the fair, i heard a baby crying. na-na, na-na, na-na...someone pick me up please before i die....na-na,na-na,na-na...
i'm here, i whispered back. i'm here. i stare across the broad horizons of the years and i am dazzled by the view.
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