The Oldest Spell

Between the summoning

and the banishment,

the kenning

and the unkenning

that lie in the same words,

I choose what wakes

the Green within me,

and calls it

through every crack

into the places

the waters

made fertile,

and I follow

the path

made luminous

by the moonlight

on the silver

on the leaves

of the Wayshower

that leads me out

beyond the walls

and ruins —

even if I might never

make it home