I said yes to an invitation
to being
a pioneer, a tributary
sitting, in ambiguity and uncertainty
to build
to give
to never leave, here
the moment, the lineage
the flow of the river
circling, wanting us now
to serve
by yearning
purposefully, carrying,
prototyping, feeling,
feeding, fielding
the field
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Poem caught in the opening circle of the Second Fire gathering of the Circle Way, at Marsh House, Whidbey Island, April 30, 2014.