I am compass–
     the plane tilts northwest
squares rectangles of green & gold
forest, olive, sage, shamrock
seen through a small oval 

Like young King Arthur–
     Merlin has magically wished
me to be a bird, my arms of feathers,
grey, blue, black
a wingspan printing shadows–
now a floating linoleum block print
inked by earth colors 
shaded by water wind clouds.

In this lifetime–
     it did not take Merlin magic 
to show me–
          No boundaries exist