omnipresence

There is purpose in the highs and lows

Flying over rocky terrain

entranced in sea waves, currents,

light of the Moon.

There is magic in the swoon,

the dizzy heights,

seeking ecstatic stars.

Carrying the seed below,

stumbling among rocks,

tillable soil,

carrying water,

stirring the mud into food

for hungry beaks,

falling entrenched away

from seeking.

Solidly aware

that touchpoint of glory

above the waves

remains.

 

June 6, 2010