Shapeshifter - A poem from the Sacred Quartet
Shapeshifter A poem about sacredness On a Sunday afternoon The rising joy of running your hand Through a river as it runs beneath you And where does the water begin and end And for how long Are you the water in your body that fell from mountains? Or are you part of the mountains Oh great shape-shifting Earth mover Eroder of all things Holder of all things And the thing that is held For now, some of that shapeshifter forms the shape of something you know as you, A human suspended between different infinite nows With that body of yours, mostly water and Therefore mostly older than humankind The same water that cooled volcano formed land masses And lapped at the edges of rising tectonic plates As continents formed The same water that formed rain and rainforests and oases The same water that nurtured seeds throughout time Ever since seeds evolved as a way for plants to scatter themselves The same water that swirls in your tea cup And will quench the thirst of anything thirsty one tho...
