wiping my feet before I enter

Barely dry from the rain
that seems to bless us every day
here
in the Spring.
She washes her hands clean
of the debris
left on
by earlier devotions.
Just become dark
by the fire,
breathing smoke,
waiting for the stars
to show their wiley eyes
over top of us both.
Half asleep,
drunk enough on rain
and daily clutter.
For this
she
wandered halfway
across the planet
and back.
It is brilliant
to be pure light.
I am
wiping my feet before I enter.