A Dragon’s Prayer

Tiamat

The sun rises out of the water.

Over my shoulder

I hear the wind calling.

He whispers

“son let me take you home

son let me guide your footsteps

son let me show you everything that is…”

I don’t want to trace my footsteps

in the way the old man blows.

I want to be here

at home with the ocean

mother of us all.

I want to be here

with this womb around me

here

let the waters drown me.

I’ll discover everything

that ever was to know.