Spinning Wheels

Eyes transfixed
Entangled in the orbit
Of a distant windmill
Each clock defying
Rotation
Eviscerating the horizon
Three-fold appendages
Outstretched
Stirring handfuls
Of heaven & earth
With each wind fed
Pirouette
A celebratory dance
Father Sun
Now at the zenith
Inviting a sacred union
Thrine is then one
Calling forth to each
Step now, from beyond
The shadow of your own eclipse