I wake just before
3am
from dreams of making soup
with earthen gemstones
the Bohemian and I
are measuring ingredients
in increments of 11
creating some
hearty brew
of twisting copper
turquoise
chrysocolla
garnet
and jade

from the sky
a manta-ray shaped
bird
flies by and swoops me
skimming my head
and imparting one word
as it makes a sharp
right hand turn

macko

in Hebrew
this means
God is with us
or a Slavic form
gift from God
in Japan
no ‘c’
and this means
truth

my international translation:
truth
is the presence of Grace
gifted in this moment