sit with me in the river bed
contrast the turbulent never
ending flow above our head
sit with me in a circle with our sisters
steadfast we fence flames flickering
sit with me as days strobe by
seasons waffling hot and cold
watch forests sprout then die
sit with me and feel the ground
that hum’s the long song of stillness
that the stone people found.
May is rehash, rework, rewrite. Picking through the april showers, to try and find a few may flowers. ship me off to new lands, ideas, emotions.