Alignment
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