By Elizabeth Schultz
Dark rushing river, pushing
through the frigid night,
agitated by rocks and roots,
swiftly swishing, swirling
beyond me, and I am soothed.
Sitting amongst boulders
in still waters, I steep,
soaking, dissolved in passivity
as volcanic heat rises, burbling,
as I am bathed in a solution
of minerals from the earth’s core.
Through tree boughs trembling
overhead, plum blossoms just
opening, stars scintillating
a millennia distant, I reach,
connecting rings of fire.
Published with permission.
Poem from Elizabeth's recently published Anthology "Coming from Japan"
