First light
earth’s light rim greyed with storm.
First awareness born as
wind’s realm swirls
whispering promise of your coming…
Full rounded belly pregnant cloud
hangs,
waiting,
as do I…
Electric
otherworld rumbles
as you turn my way
and I taste, in the flaring intensity,
your elemental urgency
for expression,
for connection,
for release.
Spilling beyond
its exquisite tension
slow drops fall,
seeking always
the lowest,
the deepest
union
of all.
Rhythm builds and I wonder
if you,
and I,
as rain does for earth,
will ease
for the other
this archaic thirst.
2006
