If We Listened to Mother Nature...

Mimicking Momaday

Water, I gave you dirt

expecting only clean skin in return

We ate berries and corn

together in silence

Two old souls

contemplating earth

Not so different, you and I

78% water is a good capacity for someone

Like me (fallible, fallible) to have

Leaps and bounds free us both

(down, down) at each others’ feet

Piecing together molecules to make your clothes

We fought hard for rivers

with our bare hands

Stood together in front of God

Or as they say Buddha Jehovah Allah

The sedition is not the only thing that matters

But it was never too much for us to ask

Of this earth that carries our skin

takes it back and forth and then

around again to all places we go

To the rooms where shadows quake

To the heart of kicked-off shoes

Forgotten till morning comes

You and I, Water, would

never abandon these pieces

that we have made whole

moving the familiar

and continued breathing

of lungs