Alignment

The small ceramic bowl

in my hand

is becoming hot

as the smoke from the herbs

blankets

the inside of my home.

Yerba Santa

is what’s in my hands.

Medicine

disguised

as something

so ordinary.

I’m chanting softly

beneath my breath

as the baby follows me

while I float

from room to room.

Top to bottom.

The ceramic bowl

in my hands

becoming hotter

as my intention

turns to fire.

No distortion.

Only alignment