Thursday, May 24, 2012


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"