My ramblings....

Mother

In the straits
We paddle
Our eyes only turned
Towards the womb of our natural mother

She calls with words of wind and scattering boulders
We hear her in the night, echoing off distant canyons
And when we wake, she sends her revelations with the wolves and the jays
When she shouts, it is never paniced or fearful
But alerting, protective
Or, like the mothers she has fostered over the ages
She calls her children to gather at her breast
And to care for their matriarch in her old age

So we press on
Returning to the place of birth
Setting forth our arms and spirits
To uphold the body who once upheld ours

posted by Unknown @ 5:34 AM