Born of water,
I felt solid ground crumble
into tomorrow’s stone;
sea and tide pushed against my home,
hissing with sediment;
but the whispering in my blood reminded me
that the pulse flows from heart to fingertip
and returns - like the river I began in.
© BH, 2023
We are mostly water and, truth to tell, carry the primeval oceans in our cells. This is the third part of a longer, three-part poem, Born of water.
The three, as if you couldn't guess, are: Born of water -1 - Born of water -2 - Born of water - 3
No comments:
Post a Comment