A Haunting of Waters
The year's spring rains were abundant, saturating and immersing us; a haunting
of waters. Mother Earth accepted each downpour from her deep abode. Her bosom
holds all the waters from brook to abyssal; arteries of creek and river, veins of
lake and sea, heart of the oceans.
She sees the clouds grow ripe, feels the coarse and driven wind, hears the weighty
rumble of thunder and waits for lightning's charge to unleash certain fury.
She breathes deep in anticipation. A deluge pours forth, mixing with the soil
and elements; a baptism granting absolution to the earth.
Mother Earth drinks her fill, passing the torrent of a night on to the arteries of
her being. Some of the cloudburst penetrates deep cracks and fissures in the rock,
replenishing well and aquifer. The purity of this gift restores the innermost parts
of her being.
The flood swells her arteries past bursting. Fertile soils and banks are lifted,
carried and cast forth on new land. Mother Earth bows, absorbing the water's
challenge, yet each time her countenance is altered, if imperceptibly. She holds
dominion over the waters and shares them with all life and the eternal sky.
Microbe and mountain, Sea creature and ocean deep. Infinite varieties of
earth-bound life, and man. All are sustained, restored, and held in stasis
by the waters.
A Haunting of Waters
6-7-14
Copyright © Brian Baumgarn | Year Posted 2015
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