ODE TO TEHUTI
Of the event, it is tough to talk.
When you appeared upon the rock.
I had meditated long and hard.
Your appearance caught me way off guard.
What words to speak, yell or sing.
When I first caught glimpse of your outstretched wings.
You looked at me, I was in awe.
The one who invented the sacred law.
I felt my limbs go quickly numb.
Will you impart, your divine wisdom.
But you simply looked at me for a time.
Then turned quickly on a dime.
Within my eyes welled up a tear.
Overcome with joy of an event so dear.
Initiation what can I do?
Sacred ibis, I will always follow you.
HM 1999