Water

 



Scarcity and plenty are as much qualities of the mind and spirit

as they are of the economy.

                                             Robin Kimmerer

 

I dream of you at night

spreading blue wings over the field

and soaking the feet of  trees

in your coolness.

 

I hear  your voice pouring

operatic into the canyon --

aqua santa, aqua santa

catching on weed and vine,

their chords so dry -- they rasp fire.

 

I feel your presence flooding

river and stream. My spine

becomes the spine of fish

chimed with rain song, a rippling current --

a rippling prayer.

 

I breathe and breathe again

through gills that expand into wings  --

your wings  spread even, spanning

coast and countryside. The stillness parted.

 

The moon white and feathered

by the mist. A gull that does not cry

as you turn my blood to water. My spirit

into one of your own.

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During times of personal or physical dearth, we must remember what is missing. We must be grateful for its existenceeven at a distance. We must embrace its presence, dream ourselves into its soul, hear its voice, feel its heartbeat, become its essence. In that way, we evolve to a higher perception of its spiritual gift and content. We fill the void with an appreciation for what it is and how we can replenish through prayer and balance, humility and kinship.