The Silver In Mud
no more small talk to say in numbers walking the trail
and these are added up and equal now us on the mountain marsh exploring
in the mind's eye glittering
like water oozing quicksilvers under this yellow sun
like my breath in time's undulating tides beckoning thankyou
and so I bow before your respect and seeing
in hopes of holding a memory forever in deepness
and high your appreciation is the knowing stillness spreading through the veins of a universal
creature
as named fireweed as cow parsnip as
the seeds and sacred black and nourishing soil supporting the perfect desire I am witnessing
now in You
a sensitivity that can touch this quivering truth as a leaf cradles sunbeams in joy and
in reverence
and grows whole
with cycles called days and years as quick as these tattering turned pages we have caught up
with ourselves in
time and tomorrows and pinwheels of planets and stars and the revolution around our center
creaking slowing toward halt toward
knowing
the primordial morning of my arm around you standing once again at the beginning
older than friends watching sunrises
with the feeling of gravity evaporated into the air and events in time flow behind
as sure as step into the slip so cold rushing stream washes silvery slick mud spread thick
from our toes hands arms and our skin your face becoming clean again and sparkling in the
light
Copyright © Ryan Anderson | Year Posted 2010
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