Elementals

Staggering in
a drunken simulacrum,
inching towards the conclusion
of this transfiguration.
Unable to see past
the currents in which I swirl;
the eddies carrying me
into a whirlpool engrossed .

The inner fire leaps,
threatening to free me from the
binding of these forces -
a gravity
a breath
a thought
a longing
a stroking.

In my eyes,
a brilliant sun glows blazing florets.
A connection born of intersecting lives.
A journey traversed and
hands clasped as we pass.

Vaporous -
there now, a cloud wrack;
a night canvas sprinkled
with the heart
of who I am.


© 2000 Melissa Songer