San Bruno Mountain
Nearing Yule

Panai, Blood Sister, Wakai, Blood Brother
with you, the connections are great.
The voice inside whispers,
“Kindred Spirit!”

Influences say the Dagara favor an essence,
I, who am fire, shed light on earth and water.
Freyja, your earth feeds—
is fed by fire.

At the core of your heat, sometimes
we write connected by silence,
Truth sparks,
then ignites.

Blood flows through enlivening us.
Our friends, like kidneys,
clean our vital juice— relations
keep us alive better than dialysis.

The sister my mother bore makes me sad,
our stars crossed.
Resentment, self-pity,
fear threaten my flames.

I, who would engulf
her menace,
her every gesture,
cannot bear her revelations.

Freyja, my chosen blood sister,
cries out in praise of golden filaments
of light. My fiery nature relaxes,
wants to play.