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
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
