Linear Vision of Paths Between Forms
I am seedling, now take root of me- let us find purchase between us, and grow.
Thank you, sky, for leading me home; thank you, fire, for driving me to the airport; thank you earth, for having me; thank you, sea, for raising me as spirit, finding form in elementals first,
choosing paths between water and wind,
eventually finding balance as I
through cycles toward
and precipitate change
in dives down-ward.
Clouds to wave's apex,
and surge to the swells' basin
lapped into fine seafoam.
Winds me through gills, rid of oxygen
turned to inky black jets and certain death-
Believe!, I can be used to kill.
Grounding, now, rooting still
as bleeding becomes me, into soil, becomes me- fertile, seeded my
completed cycle of each of us elements
met in solidified flow