Climbing the currents again-
Cat claws through water
Squalls squealing her name
She’s at it again, and since then, I haven’t been the same
Streams ripping through soil
Rivers rolling through sand
Tap dancing rain
Rattles my skull
Maid, take my hand
Where am I headed?
No way to tell
Gotta hang on
Get me out of this spell
A fervent front marches in
I seek a break in the clouds
I catch a breeze of Plumeria bringing me back to land
Reaching out for brazen arms of refuge
She longs to take me in
Blazing eyes, golden green, like none I’ve ever seen
Climb, climbing higher, reaching for her hand
Cents buried under ground
Nuggets settling down
Or, do I really belong land-locked on dirt?
I paddle out again and don’t wanna get hurt
Maybe I’ll take a nap in my boat, and wake up right on course
Clawing for crumbs again
There must be loaves on land
Sand shifting far below
Waves chopping up above
I consider giving in, and then, I begin reaching for a pen again
Writing my story once more
Full circle comes around
Rip tides swirl the sand
Now I’m back again
Climbing currents with my hands
Hourglasses spend the sand
Dollars sinking down
She washes off my frown
And asks me, “How long you’ve been out there?”
“Ten years too long! ” My vessel’s all broken up. Too much twisting and clawing”
She invites me in boldly
Magma veins warm me up
My eyes, salt-crusted over
It's pretty tough to see
Her roots dig deeply
Down far below the sea
Into the mantle, her veins flow to Pele’s navel- an inferno underneath
Returning heat and offering great warmth for my soul
Getting tired of paddling
Reaching far for the oars
I ain’t no land animal- getting stranded on shore
Flames blaze in her eyes
Amiable mist shrouds her hair
Steam sizzles off her face
Is this really my place?
Like obsidians curse, she cuts me to the core
This goddess offers me a drink of life, but I’m tired and sore
She reaches out, “Take my hands! You’ve traveled far enough!
Rest your tired oars and leave your boat in the sand”
Now, once again, I don’t know which way to go...
Back out to sea
or stay and be enveloped in her warmth
So, I get back in my boat
Reaching far for the oars
Doing it all over again
Climbing currents to the bone
About the Creator
Tony Martello
Join an author like no other on various tales that entertain, philosophies that inspire, and lessons that transform us. He is inspired by nature, the ocean, and funny social interactions. He is the author of Flat Spell Tales and much more.
Comments (1)
Magma veins warm me up was my favourite line! Loved your poem!