The rain dilutes the sins of the land,
pandemic baptism and resurrection.
This Earth that once housed Noah
and his Ark, a covenant of life,
the buoyant spring,
cycles like the cylinder of a
revolver, a hedged roulette bet.
When we are cleansed, we achieve
grounding under water, in over
our heads, digging in the mud
for pearls in the scallop and
oyster beds.
The receding of the waters
is our delta moment, fighting
for absolution; a
mammal under water or a
fish out of water,
there is no difference:
only a burning in our chests,
a yearning for return
to the elements we once knew.
Nov 26, 2013
Nov 26, 2013 at 6:19 PM UTC
The rain dilutes the sins of the land,
pandemic baptism and resurrection.
This Earth that once housed Noah
and his Ark, a covenant of life,
the buoyant spring,
cycles like the cylinder of a
revolver, a hedged roulette bet.
When we are cleansed, we achieve
grounding under water, in over
our heads, digging in the mud
for pearls in the scallop and
oyster beds.
The receding of the waters
is our delta moment, fighting
for absolution; a
mammal under water or a
fish out of water,
there is no difference:
only a burning in our chests,
a yearning for return
to the elements we once knew.
