"Restoration"

I lay prone   

            nose to mother earth   

                        a worshipper submitting   

                                    passion and passiveness     

                                              flowing into her with each drop of rain   

I roll   

            onto my back   

                        spread-eagle   

                              opening up   

                                 matching my heartbeat to the sky’s percussion
 

I sit   

            offering my face     

                        to wind and rain   

                                    drops melt my sorrows away   

                                              purifying me with the holiest of waters  

I stand   

            with arms outstretched   

                        conducting lightning like a symphony   

                                    waves and waves roll over me   

                                                cleansing me of life’s dust and debris

Copyright 2011 Elizabeth Abrams Chapman