for Stevie Nicks  

like a bell as forest crowns rock
and the ceiling of the sky unravels
with cats gathering in sacred séance
to call home all witches flocking
from love’s incense for the fondness
of darkness, for starless dream-dipping
while the mind unwinds and you see
them, rowdy skylarks, dusk-bathing
in the indigo bowl of night, reminding
you that your life knows no answer.