Spirit Shapes

In my little yard lives a sweet olive tree,

And in its lap, under the canopy, dwell some spirits, wild and free.

I asked my hands what they wanted to make,

After many years of not giving mud shape.

Out came four spirited creatures

Who became to my hands

Their long awaited teachers.

Sometimes at night I rejoice in the voice

Of the animate choir

conceived, composed and directed by Her.