Ocean

I call her soul Ocean;

Mine Earth.

She's shaped me in a way

That leaves tourists

In my valleys

Breathless.

She speaks mists;

She thinks typhoons,

And at night when

She rains on me,

I give way to mud;

Sticky; slow;

Languid;

Taking every shape,

Every form.

I lie awake thinking

Of how to unite in such a way

That honors the Heavens,

But every time that I try,

I crumble,

Dried out by time and drought.

I blow away in the wind

From her fan

That sits on the floor

Of her room

In the dark,

I whisper

Ocean

I whisper

Ocean

I pull away when she boils,

Afraid that I might burn,

Forgetting I am dirt,

I am stone,

I am Earth.

I call her Ocean,

She whispers Earth.

We make beaches.

We make dunes.

We make continents;

We make plans.

We make earthquakes and

When she laughs,

I dance.

She says Tell me more,

I gesture vaguely,

And she knows.