I wish to belong to the world
Wash me into the masses
Not the rushing waterfall of “busy”
Plummeting into frenetic chaos
Frantic bodies go misting
Into the atmosphere
Their wasted energy evaporating
Under the pretence of success
Soon, they will be
Longing for belonging
Begging to rain
Into calm ponds
Of friends and lovers
I offer this prayer to the earth
Both my palms pressed
Into damp soil
Let me be the trickle
That flows quietly
Meandering into eddies
An oval drop pool warming
Under sun’s loving visage
Little leaves pirouette
On my surface
The gentlest tension
Keeps them afloat
Performing tiny dances
To entertain the moths
I ask to be
The radiant flux
Aurora’s captor
Dawn released in increments
Liquid diamonds dripping
From slate’s edge
Greeting moss with kisses
On both cheeks
I am happy to be
A drop in your cup
Quenching your thirst
Tasted by your tongue
Held in your cells
Part of you
Until that blue hour
A ways beyond
Our sunset years
Holding hands, we seep
Back into loamy ground
Nourishing roots
Called forth to the surface
To begin again
About the Creator
Aspen Marie
In love with life and all of its foibles.
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Comments (2)
This felt so reassuring to me. Loved both your photo and poem!
Well-wrought! The cycle of change is always.