In the shadow of the drum
I journey
In the shadow of the pulse
my blood pounds
In the shadow of the skin
I am blanketed
Safe
In the shadow of the wooden frame
I am surrounded
Frame, skin, pulse
Carry me forward
Carry me beyond
Carry me into the Unknown
Power Animal, come to me
In the shadow of the wooden frame
I am surrounded
In the shadow of the drum
I return
© 2009
N.B. This poem came to me when I trance journeyed and became the drum.
