"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