Bridget fell to Earth, from an upside down sky.

On her way down, she passed through an ocean

existing on a planet in another dimension.

Her feet gathered stars and barnacles, as she flew thru outerspace,

seeking a clay and fire place to warm her hands and heart.

She creates rattles to shake to find her way back home

and big pots to sit in, to blast off like a rocket.

Her soul beams lights to the galaxies, hoping for a sign...

Her smile is her knowing, all creation, in its own time.

-by Gale Anderson-

the Silver Swan Spinner