Watering the Mountain
This gorgeous warm morning
I'm watering the mountainside with five hoses.
It's a fantasy of mine to Be a hose in the forest.
To be the spray, diamonding the needles.
Be the hiss and gurgle, the thirst ridden gulps,
the mist that rainbows and the shadows of the drops.
And I am the cactus recoiling in surprise.
I am the juniper's delight,
the ponderosa's groan of relief,
the evaporative waves emanating up to kiss the boss of the sun.
Today, i say to the drought I am the Goddess of Quench
the uncoiling flow
decomposing granite's sigh.
i push the taunt line as far as i can reach—
it’s all a metaphor—how far can we reach?
How to love what we can, radiate out as far as we can
and the crows sending the story out in circles wide—
Water, water, water on the mountainside!
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