Seduction of Water

a single air bubble beautiful as a poem follows the curve of my neck and slips over my shoulder i float still but for slow cadenced inhale exhale she holds me, feeds me. the water, my mother restores my parched spirit with ripples of grace i float suspended infinitely

no longer warm pool

beneath pendent fig.

Universal womb.

cosmic journey. where whispers

of memory touch my divinity

Pendent fig over warm pool at Harbin Hot Springs.

Photo Credit: A. Marsalis

www.harbin.org

poem © 2009