A First Vibe Poem
wet clay forms fingers of sedges
I crash into trees
and turn nightblack
walk then break stride
lean into wind
I crash into sea
at home breathing
I call Her
God's shadow lifts me raging
I crest into sky
higher than God and new to
this cold rain
I fall back to River
and long for Her salt skin Copyright 1995 Beridha Beridha.
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