Kenn Day is a working shaman, with a full-time practice since 1989. He lives in Cincinnati, Ohio, with his beloved wife and daughter and offers workshops covering the teachings used in his practice. He is the author of Post-tribal Shamanism and Dance of Stones.
Gardening
Gloves keep
skin on my hands
as I wrangle rough stones
into place
stacking a wall between
dirt and more dirt
building good boundaries
for new plants to
reach beyond
I carry the old ones away
they have overgrown their welcome
and now I must pry
their adventurous roots
from between buried rocks and
send them on their way
One among many
My feet settle,
through hard soles,
through parched grass
into cooling earth,
as I watch a cloak of birds
wrapped about the shoulders
of a lone tree.
I wonder,
if the soul of this tree
reaches all the way
into the underworld,
where it mingles
with the souls of other trees,
each standing
in its own peculiar place,
watched and watching.
The birds take
to the sky like smoke
caught by a sudden breeze.
My soul smiles
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