To the Alchemist of It All

If you wanted me to see more
down into my own darkness
and bring into the light
something useful,
what would you have me see?

I serve at your pleasure.
I am your way of being in this world.
I am the way you made me
for a reason.

I get distracted. I confess.
And yet you patiently wait,
allowing my petty forays.

I have an inkling,
when I am awake enough,
the cawing of the crow,
the ranting of the raven,
the waving of the willow,
the very breeze itself on my skin,
are all messages from you
calling my name.

I acknowledge the call.
I am the dream catcher for my soul.
I am responsible for its making progress,
for keeping it on track toward its destination.
Only I can guide it home.
Only you can provide the directions.

And like the Arctic Turn,
I will migrate as many miles as necessary
to get there.