Worlds merge. I go where I am invited, & feel what is present. I greet old friends and new ones. When they tell me who they are, I believe them. Stirrings arise — memories, insights, connections that surprise us, lead us into storytelling. Voices rise and lilt. What distant dream draws nearer? Whose long-forgotten treasure prepares to return? I have been practicing resurrection, the turning of time toward youth, the fall arrested, undone, only a dream. The open frame beckons; a wish rises into the open air. The secret gestures of these hands trace the chambers of the new heart, the one that holds without breaking, that works without effort. *November 2017*