your work is done

come now and sit down next to me

said the big black sky

the moon at rest holds space for our all of being

unwrapping ourselves from the doing so that we can be held

softly, potently, completely

in our lightness and in our darkness

reclined under her cloaked presence

the stars shine brighter because of her absence

like you

like me

like we of the many realms

it’s safe to rest before the harvest is full

our work never quite complete

we create space to be nourished like soil fertile and ready to sow

she said come sit down next to me

and we laid our head beside her

and in the dark she listened

waiting faithfully for us to unfold

(This poem was written for a ceremony honoring the clinicians at Field Trip Health offering psychedelic assisted therapy.)