A womb, our sanctum
built of a road and an open door
built of hands and lips
hair and teeth and sweat.
Rising moon, cicadas, wet soil
supplying our primordial sea
electric nutrients.
We, embryonic, tidal,
entwined in sanguineous ballet.
By wordless, vatic incantations
by effortless, silent labor
we began describing the indescribable.
How river holds stone
how stone relaxes into sand
how sand plays with wind
how wind caresses ocean
how ocean nourishes earth
how earth gives stone to river.