Green Symphony
I am the water’s daughter
longing to know her hidden ways.
Always curious I swim uncharted waters.
Ancient mirror reflects my truth.
Thin bands of God’s green, dried leaves
mixed with loam of several generations.
Wild fields of corn, white sage and lavender.
A flock of blue jays, arcs of bird wing.
Angels in the midst, incessant
cacophony more urban each second.
Silence then sound of the open road.
All around bivouacs, tributaries
a wild, rushing thing. For miles
green symphony fills my eyes.
Yet the water rules here,
her muddy residue coats my feet.
Unpredictable mingling of wind and water
Her rhythm slow, rippling silver, mischievous.
At the water’s edge I hesitate almost fearful.
In up to my shoulders, hair glistening.
I am the water’s daughter unable to deny
pull of ivory half moons, seasons; to resist
music and currents of waves centuries old.
Her unruly, imperfect, many sided child.
Here I know exactly who I am,
fecund, stubborn and always in trouble.
Out of bounds at last,
I kick into the deep brown waters.
