An elemental combination,
essential constituent of all that lives.
A Mineral, in mass, divides the masses:
separating man and land.
Bestowed in blessing and wrath.
Devastated the earth
and turned to wine
is this same water.
Before me, in me, for me.
In my blood,
in my food
in the rivers, lakes, and streams.
Salt to fresh.
Baptizing flesh.
Living Water that makes all things new.
Yet revisits our cheek
when we summon the past.
Solitary, salty tear
spilling from my eye.
Equally broken and blessed;
healed and scarred.
Joy and forgiveness
pained with repentance:
becomes the river
between my breasts.
An elemental combination,
essential,
dividing my masses,
and you and I as well.
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Martin Buber?
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ReplyDeleteits may in new mexico
the spanish blooms
array on sidewalks and
gardens in gorgeous
olfactory display
sweetness bites the
pinched sourness of
winter's delay and
seeks a sly kick at
snickering summer's
smoldering nearness
blasting hot air from
the wilderness the desert
within tumbling weeds
wilting empty on dry
planes wetly sprinkled
by rare showers -
barely skin-deep
naked and wild
cactus spills sharply
shapes a landscape
climbing sandwise
and blows fair like
a wind; a mistral
or etesian softly
mild carrying seeds
to grow serene
fruit and flower pass
along life's gift
speak unspoken silences
like petals falling
ready for the riot of
blazing june a scarlet
tune too far yet far
enough to pitch almost
trick the senses
to believe the cause
worthwhile of living -
of struggle - against
the desert song -
- longing for ages past
and future's doom -
or promises yet unmade
and waiting -
paint the sandy
shore with delicate
grainy shade and dark
uncountable meanings -
but still count -
mark a sigh for April
long gone -
the darling buds of
departed time -
tick spring-like
infinitely on.
5/22/2010