This still-unfinished poem poured out late one night at a cabin in the woods, on the closest piece of paper I could find: the dedication page to my book-in-progress, "Invocation to the Five Directions" (now called "Amulet") which was at the time dedicated to Brigid, the Celtic Goddess of poetry and healing:
Because Orion lies for me,
a glitter-man who makes me free
above the mountains...