the chanter

it begins with breath and

your hands upon its warmth

seeking the rise and fall

over the long smooth wasted form

each time reconnecting building

familiarity with heart and brain

those neural pathways defining newness—

union between heart and soul

breath in and out, a tantric rhythm

seducing with touch coaxing sweetly

melodic wales, haunting and taunting

spilling forth in sacred crescendo

you stand one cold fog-laden day

upon the ocean shore

her edges lap quietly at your feet

frothy and white, playfully so

and you, naked beneath the tartan

breathe into her—all rises

over ears catching the song

you rise beneath the heaviness of cloth

I wait for the day you tease and

coax the chanter to sing its songs

at the ocean edge where I will dance

in jubilation knowing you are free

and the notes coalesce in the misty brine

tears indistinguishable in the wetness

that envelope us all

in that moment we awaken

Kat

27 December 2017