Poetry / The Journey
My dreams are overflowing
like this waterfall.
At the bottom I stand
bare feet firm on a
mossy rock as I hold
my hands out,
palms skyward,
hoping to catch what
needs to be
chased and pursued.
The water crashes and splashes
out to me.
Cool drops sink,
slipping between
my clenched fingers.
Cleanse me,
refresh me,
release me!
I ball my hands,
grasping it, but
each drop snakes
its way out and falls
to the moss or the river below.
As if in a dream,
I jump in,
diving at inspiration,
as the water soaks my soul.
Colorful fish dart away
like lightning but I
catch one in my
fingertips.
Its scales sparkle underneath
a pale moon as it wriggles.
It slips through but I
let it swim,
thinking all the while.
Where is it going?
Why?
My lungs strain,
struggling for air
that I won’t find
down here.
Kicking off from the rocks below,
I resurface
and look around me,
hoping to see this forest
in a new light.
A silver ribbon
touches everything,
the moonlight’s fingers
stretch,
searching for the sun.
Oh, how it is an
endless race!
Each star sparkles and winks
from its perch in the sky,
like God threw silver glitter
and it caught in space.
Every cricket is a song,
every wolf’s howl
is a melody reserved
for only the purest of hearts.
I step from the river,
the pool of life,
and my fingers brush
leaves that were only touched
by the breeze,
once, maybe twice,
and I can hear their sighs
as they sway.
I begin to leave the waterfall
and vines wrap around my ankles,
holding them.
“Save me,” I hear their message,
carried by the wind. “Save my life,
fix it,
make it bearable.”
Compassion leaves me this once,
a choice I can’t regret.
I shake my head at their pleas
and tear my legs from
their embrace.
“I too need to mend my life,
Do you know who I am?”
I realize,
bounding away before their
hollow cries could once again
reach the confines
of my heart.
A massive tree soon blocks me
from continuing and I rest
my palms on its gnarled trunk,
feeding from it,
obtaining a new,
earthly energy that fills my heart
and swims in my veins,
pulsing with the earth,
breathing with it.
Above me a raven,
eyes bright in the moonlight,
chides, “There is a weakness
in your heart that I
can see from miles,”
it said to me without
the least of empathy,
“You’ll give up
before long, child.”
I tilt my eyes and
spread out my arms,
my feet find the path
over twisted roots and
between brush.
I sing with an energy,
a voice the tree had given me,
“Dear Raven,” the sound
dances in the air,
“I was once like you,
ridiculing and judging.
But don’t be hasty,”
the Raven ruffles its feathers,
“For I will pursue my journey
despite your words.
Don’t you know who I am?”
I leap away,
around the mighty branches,
that hang both low and high.
I push my way through
the forest with a
heightened sense of awareness.
Drops fall from the sky,
or maybe the canopy above,
but I hear each one crash and splash
into the soil.
Every beam of light filters
through the blanket of leaves
and illuminates the veins in them,
traces of God in each one.
Then the breeze calls
to me with a soft,
velvety voice,
“Child, believe me when I say
that love is your best weapon
and you may have come far
but the journey never ends.”
I dance,
my feet drumming the earth,
as I sing in response,
“I will never rest if I’m
chasing my dreams.
Like you I know some
ways of the universe.
Your words are
teaching me nothing.
Don’t you know who I am?
“An angel,
a spirit,
I am what I dream.”
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This was really excellent. I think the nighttime forest imagery was outstanding. Great job with the water, the leaves, the sounds…just really good. I’m not really familiar with the Wiccan story of creation but your poem stands on its own just fine. Keep writing.
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