Trí Ghé Fhiáine

As the first frost comes
I find myself familiarly waking in a new house too early
Full of friends and strangers
Confusing my right and left, over trusting GPS
Underscored by memory.
Surrounded by strong, wise women.

And so it was as I crested the hill
One already brought the Word
One brought the wood.
Three wild geese moved over the waters.

Later, down to shirtsleeves, a calico albino and braided donkey
Observed our full company
A circle in the Sun
21st century apostles, iPhones connecting the one in Zion
We sit,
awaiting Pentecost.