She called them home.....

and the ocean
she spoke to her children
from the distance,
did you hear her?
when you were lost
in a tizzy
of saving yourself
and other helpless lives?

I heard her
whisper softly,
to the parched rivers
now exploding
in their forgotten fullness,
to the rivers sullied
with the stench
and murkiness
of things human,
to the brimming lakes
holding up
their long-dammed love,
to the trickles and puddles
orphaned on straight tar,
and to the rainclouds
bursting open to release
their long-carried love,

yes, she spoke to them,
her children,
all of them,
calling them home,
drawing them in,
into her growing folds
of endless, boundless love.

and while I watched her sit
in her unshaken stillness,
I learned how to wait,
to allow the ripening
of time,
and dissolution of space,
and what it must take
for what we love
to show itself to us.