
 
 
 
 
Depths unknown 
to all that travel my banks, 
the lighthearted and weary, 
righteous copulations of grace,
bent on knee, in prayer,
simultaneous, divine, 
wild, unashamed. 
I am, a river. 
My waves rush, furious, 
raging with disdain,
until the ebb and flow 
settle softly,
joining tributaries
to rest precious feet.
Eons have waded
in my cool, jeweled streams, 
unabashed, unapologetic. 
Step with reverence, dear soul, 
pure thirst is endless.
This is, 
salvation. 
As thrushes depart, 
from throats, parched, 
releasing weights trapped 
within abdomens and attics 
of the windows to the soul. 
Great holy supplications, 
rise as smoke signals, 
above bank lined forests of siltstone 
that adorns each side of me, 
settling upon cloudbursts
of moss covered rocks 
and trunks of trees,
felled in battle. 
Thunder, I am. 
A Valkyric call to arms, 
jolting awake souls,
eyes flutter once,
raindrops assail rooftops,
like arrowheads lain lost, 
lulling mouths to speak,
words, deaf to ears.
Climb, dear one, 
upon rise of new dawn,
for I am, a mountain.
I am treacherous.
Footholds are unsecured
and gravel is enemy, 
yet trust, that I, 
hold dear each heart. 
The limbs of the arms 
of my brothers and sisters, 
shall help halfway, 
rising from dirt, 
with the setting sun, 
until the top is conquered, 
with soul 
bare and sweating, 
to all that is, fire, 
I am. 
My torch, a lighthouse 
for the lost and found, 
the barely breathing, 
the beggar and thief, 
the lover and unloved, 
the bleeding hearts that suffer 
when I rage out of control,
taking with me 
all of the hurt 
of humanity. 
Vesuviant waves of forests, 
vanish, 
like man taking man 
with bullets, hot, 
searing skin, 
causing tears 
to the bleeding hearts 
that suffer 
for their sanity. 
I fill lungs with life, air. 
Eternal conception rests,  
within my soft, sweet breeze 
cooling brows, 
beneath the unyielding force
of the great eye 
of heaven. 
I, urgently plodding, 
grow in all seasons, 
and travel time 
that does not exist. 
for I am, a root. 
Arteries and veins
are pathways, 
known only to those 
that choose to see 
that this world, 
is but a photograph, 
blurred. 
I am Nature, 
dear one, 
eternal.
And in my wildness, 
I am free. 
And together,
we are 
Mother, 
Father, 
Earth.