The Creek — Where The Wise Woman Waits

Poem

Photo by Jesper Ericsson on Unsplash

Greens dense and dark
there she waits.
Sand and roots give home
to rocks that forever
shore up the land.

I sit upon a nest of
yellow grass as my legs slide
resting on the moist earth
stretched ankles searching
to leave the land.

The shape of a heart
from deep in shadows
upon the water glistens
for the lovely one
who always listens.

A hint.
A movement pulls me in
to see the shapes, and feel the cool awakening
of where I’ve been and what I’ve sought.
Oh, from the gifts of the earth I’ve learned.
Through waters dark and deep
I’ve found my life in this little creek.

Many paths I’ve walked through currents swift
and felt the gentle trickle of waters
and sand and soft living moss on my feet.