This poem can be read as 3 poems. It can be read as the Youth, the Land, or as both together. I hope it works out I'm uncertain if its intention can be derived, so please give me feedback.*
The Youth The Land
I, Eleven
I, ageless
A monument atop and open hill
The tide sweeps at my shores
The sky swirls dark and misted
The clouds gather over me
Legs wet from the ocean
Eyes open to all that takes place
Heart hammering from the run
Ears listen to the sounds of millennium
The sky opens up
A blurring multitude of drops
Again and Again torrents hit me
We run
I stay put
Lightning flashes
My edges crumble
Thunder roars
My mountains wear
We laugh
I breathe
The hill is slick before us
My back becomes wet
The ocean, the sea surround us
My wild places tamed
We sing
I listen
The road fills with water
My faces covered in emotions
The cars honk their horns
My places lived in
We jump
I catch
The plunge down into dark waters
My many inside me, sheltered
The resurfacing into the maelstrom
My love an outward reflection of theirs
We swim
I sink
The tide pulls hard
My body succumbs to the ocean, to man
The storm slows its pace
My love still grows stronger
We climb
I support
The clouds clear away
The pavement steams, drying
My skies change; my many grow
We live
I live.