Millie van Rijckevorsel

 

An eternal loop,

A circle of continuum,

The Tail-Eater in its nest of wool

A call to break the stiffness,

After a heavy winter,

The heavier snow

 

Come to scrub, scour, sponge,

Until the old skin is left to the soils,

Leave it there to morph into the Land

And leave lighter

 

The Temple of the Tail-Eater is an ode to Land. Wild places are where everything happens all at once, they are where all things expire, are stripped of their former meaning only to shapeshift and begin again.