Once We Were Glaciers

Over the Rocks

miles of whitish wild skin

and pale brown-

Wise giants

of the South.

 

We lived resting-

              waking-

to the warmth

of Spring

Songs made

of Sand and Mud.

 

And so

we became fast-

rivers

                 running

more than a little

water-

 

 

We had infinite light

We had endless time

 

 

We had to choose

among

the Sky

the Soil

the Sea

the Trees

the Human

stream-

 

We have eyes

We are clouds

the leaf –

 

 

the never-ending

rhythm of life.