"The Trickster's Song"
Ta'Om the Poet © Brian Froud

I am the Chase
In the Dreaming

I am the pitter-padding
At your heels

I am the splitting-stitch
In your side

I am the wind
Translating scent

I am the slowing 
In your thighs

My name is the snip-snapping
Of the trap you run to

I am the feather-fingered-
Breath along your spine

I am the sweet-tooth
Sinking through bone and dust

I am the Salmon's Leap
In your belly
Waking your famine

I am the fold
Of the angel's wing
Against your thigh

I am the chameleon-blush
Of your heart

My name is the cry
Uncoiling from your still hungry lips

I am the bones song
Ringing in the universes first laugh


I am the knot-stitch
In the tick-tock punch line

I am the spider
Weaving a cause-way of threads

I am the mothers salt tear
Dropped at the birth of the universe

I am the childs fist
Against the shadow in the cave

I am the mask
Of all my pretenders

I am the black spot in the eye of God
My name is the question on your lips.