Journey

Standing in the warm foamy sand

it was dry water

it was wet land

My toes, they curled, dancing in it fine

twas sweet and salty

the ocean's wine

An eye I saw before me pass

a soul of old

of ancient past

No seafarer better would I see

this leathered skin

shell-coated be

A look, a shake of the head and I

dove into the traveler

under clouds and sky

We dove ever deeper into the mass

'cross time and space

and waves of glass

Beyond shipwrecks, soul wrecks, and ancient graves

in canyons, summits

underwater caves

The fish in schools, the learned be

the dolphins splashing

in untouched glee

From deep in darkness we rose in a run

exploding with force

into warmest sun

Then I felt myself changing, I swear it I say,

my legs became roots

of a willow in sway

My feet deep in earth, yet still reaching for light

bare branches birthed buds

and birds took to flight.

And I watched, though was me, as my buds grew to leaves

once a sea turtle was I

now standing, a tree.

Thirsty for a drink, the clouds heard my moan

releasing floods from heaven

into dry and parched bones

A drop of rain on a leaf, shiny, green and meek.

released into the trickle

that was a mountain creek

In this single drop of rain now a part of the whole

in bliss of reunion

of water droplets' soul

The forest, if listening closely, could hear the brilliant laughter

of the tickled stones and minnows

from before and here after

Sliding down a waterfall sprayed up in fine mist

a tiny drop of water

a sacred prism kissed

Rejoining the mother round, the curves, the water flows

from creek and into rivers

from summer into snow

And finally returning, where I first stood ashore

I looked into the sea

and saw my turtle guide once more.