"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