Tsunami Tears

Had I not wept tsunami tears,

Transported salt to wounded ears,

Had a millennial flood not flown,

My soul . . . not primeval sown . . .

Seeds in a soil leaven’d by foam,

Grounded in love’s wetness loam . . .

A confluence of earth, love, and light,

Portended Presence, now so bright!

2005.11.18/2005.11.25 (finished with minor edits)

2005 © by the author

On Forgiveness

(for Carol. . . . .because you asked)

Fresh water flows into stagnation
Currents caress algae's infestation
Sometimes meandering . . . . . . .
           Sometimes flooding . . . . . . 
                      Always releasing. . . . .
Anaerobes to exquisite expiration
While oxygen's loaded liquid levity
Offers inspiration's spacious fluidity

Kathryn Neale © 2004 and (with minor changes) © 2011
  

Tsunami

Surrender hope . . .

Breathe in gratitude . . .

Would just be words . . . . . . .

Had my heart not been rended,

My earth not been moved

A hundred foot present

Cleaving an opening so vast,

A chasm so wide,

A rip in my fabric so complete

As to offer no hope of repair,

Only abundant, drowning, life-giving

Water, muddy in its undulating.

Surrender hope . . .

Breathe in gratitude . . .

Would just be words . . . . . . .

Had my lonely soul not wended,

My emotions not swept

Jet-propelled through matter,

A shock wave so strong,

An ebb in my tide so high

A swollen devastation so profound

As to offer no hope of relief,

Only expansive, poisoning, life-taking

Chaos teeming in its decomposing.

Surrender hope . . .

Breathe in gratitude . . .

Would just be words . . . . . . .

Kathryn Neale © 2005