Cylinder of stone,
Mason’s needle
piercing Earth’s womb,
pathway to sacred voids – linking aquifers –
labyrinth of damp shadow.
Dusk’s transparent veil,
eager to lay a threshold
amid vigor and vaults
to intermingle – seekers of spirit –
scout a canopied well.
The triple goddess
abides – flickering the flame –
as midwife reassures,
poet grasps, and
smith wipes a warm brow.
Tara Sturgill is a wetland biologist and a poet. She is mental health advocate, LBGTQ+ ally, tree hugger, tea drinker, sometimes vegetarian, aggressive driver, and an introvert. She aspires to own and operate an organic farm. Tara lives in Northern Kentucky with her husband and daughter.
