WHEN IS A THING HOLY?

When you take scissors to it

and sage the severance

When you paint it blue

and think Mother

When you hang it out to dry

under a full moon

When you smoke it in the light of day

with incense from the pipe of a great Uncle

  

When you bind it to two others

of different colors to make white

When story untethers it

into soul

When you bury it
in the desert

When you pay close attention,

care enough to care, and call it all medicine