Returning to what never was
she tells herself stories
peppering the journey with
cycles of once upon a never times.
between atoms and source.
Her words become sky
as waiting stands of aspen
quake their flutter through her,
reminding her to be still and breathe.
Placing things she wished for
that were never born
in every stone
she stacks her regrets in a cairn,
ameliorating her spirit
balancing the once upon a never times,
there, where the swooshing of aspen
dances wind with song.
Brenda Warren 2016