Auditory map making
Places me present
The fanfare chatter of the river
Doesn’t speak any language of mine
Yet such a deep time chant
and chuckle
Jostles the particles in my body
I bristle and unfurl
All the same
Clatter of water against the bank
A reclining tree splits waters passage
Boulder after boulder
The scattered flanks of ancient drama
Insist on silence
Blues and whites dash the light
Shallow parts in constant chase
Persistent purity cleanses my withered brain
As the depth of the bend slows the flow
So too does the pace of my heart
Tidal wave of trees
Green life surges my senses
A connected wall of life
Held by insistent roots
The unseen landscape
Below the ground
All symbiosis and open mouthed kissing
Until it reaches cold rhyolite which hums
The same tune
Only at a slower rate
Wondrously, water reflects light
Animates matter
All things imbued
this valley sings with a rush
A place of slow ways
and tired work
dignity, purpose and beauty entwined
Now ready for change
Oaken moss meets my mouth
as I suck like I did the sponge in the bath of my youth
Birch trees bend sexy in sun
I walk up
Once wooded hills
Saxifrage breaks the stone of my heart
And I remember who I am
