INVIRONMENTALISM 🌷

To build a raft from heartache,

I went down to the River.

To remember

Some silent

Childhood

Guidance,

I spoke with Her

That Winter.

“Oh please,”

I begged the River,

“Please tell me what is true.

For all the time

Love broke my heart,

In part, it broke

For You.”

Rejoined did She,

“Do not fear

For it is safe

Since you were here before.

Throughout my life the currents changed,

But you stayed

And played

Once more.”

“Where do I go?”

I cried out loud,

“I don’t know what to do.

I need the secrets of the tide,

The depths your waters knew.”

“You are not lost,”

The River said.

“You are not far behind.

The paths that led you here today

Are not that hard to find.”

“But I have, I’ve lost my way!”

I gasped back tears,

“This world was built to last.

It’s not the same,

Your shoreline fades,

Since all this came to pass.”

“Ah,”

Said She,

“Now my child,

In water you must trust.

For soil and certainty are thin

And crumble into dust.”

And so I fell

Patiently

Quiet.

I trod back the frozen ground.

Yet noticed, even in that waste,

A flower could be found.

And as I turned my gaze

To Home

I clearly heard

The River’s waters sing:

“The only thing

We truly know

Is that which is within.

It does not decay

Like Nature’s face

As Winter yearns for Spring.”

XOX