nowhere to go (sailing the moon)

journey like a river,
found in the places
that are always home

sing the music of oceans
weaving patterns of mercy–
journey like a river

become part of each movement,
every path transformed,
found in all places

pass along what has been given–
ride the sky like the wind,
always at home

Sue Vincent’s photo prompt, above, immediately made me think of Paul Simon’s “Peace Like a River”–and that made me think of “American Tune”–hence the 2 part title.  The poem is a cascade, always a good form when writing about water.

Sue titled her photo “Yearning” and I think that’s an emotion Paul Simon captures well.

…and I dreamed I was flying…

 

Elemental

And if the
sea did not return
in waves, where
would it go?
into the air as clouds, to
the earth as rivers?

Would it hide
in secret below
ground, or would
it seek out
fire, a meeting destined for
disintegration?

Where is the
final resting place
for this flux
that travels
through us, anchors us to our
deep ancestral wells?

The night sky
moves on the echo
of oceans
shimmering,
a half-remembered dream.  What
can contain the moon?

Instead of the NaPoWriMo prompt for today, I’ve used Linda Lee Lyberg’s dVerse prompt of water.

 

Listening

water is quiet
listening to the secrets
of deep spirit winds