Lexie Barker
Misty grey skies,
early mornings with
the pitter patter of rain drops
in the eye of the storm.
Curve and dips of
the mountains,
hands run over
my body.
Ancient pine trees
reaching towards the clouds,
roots digging deep,
red coily hair blowing in the wind
I sigh as I breathe in the rain-washed air.
Lines etch the rivers in my hands,
crisscrossing and forging new
paths as I look ahead
The land stands still,
the land is me,
and I am from another time.
I weep for its glory and
beauty, knees kissing the
wet soil. The land
watches apathetically,
my body sinking into
the dirt as I become consumed
and returned to the Earth.
This poem was inspired by “Reflection in Muddy Water” in Landscape with Bloodfeud by Wendy Barnes