the indivisible splendour

Thinking of love today and how it has such deep transformative power in our lives. I so long longed for people who would understand me and be willing to be understood. Those friends and those loving acquaintances are everything to me, the topsoil on the earth’s surface or maybe the oceans which caress its journey, ‘the dance in its lonely walk.’

This body is pining in me for its home
that seats its hollow floor with ships, swinging and sighing,
surging and sighing
like birds with weighted wings
that seeds its lonely untended beds
with salt, to raise the precious produce of the sea
I look back, and long to dissolve myself
back home into the indivisible splendour of the water
that sheathes the burning earth
the dance in its lonely walk

~ from Adrift, published in Going for the Eggs in the Middle of the Night 1999