flowing up
from the depths where
secrets stay dark—
too dark even
for him to explore
nighttime phantoms
floating beneath the moon
until they linger
in the crevices
of our waking minds
one hundred stones
laid in circles
from centuries ago
before we built
the world around
huddled in circles
the sparrows exalt
in the dirt of the world
beneath the earth
where fire burns
we work to the beat
of the molten clay