Mother's Day Poem 2016

The lake moves in all directions.
You can see nature at work here. Every day.
Every hour. It never stops moving. Runs itself
into itself. Waves into waves. If you stare into it,
you see more than just trees. More than just
the sun’s sprawling glass. You see yourself.
A mirror handcrafted from the ice age. The self
crashes into the self. Distorted. Broken.
Split. Reformed.

Rebirthed. Stitched back together
and pulled apart. Man and nature
dissolves into a palette of color.
A dynamic painting of all existence.
Skin and leaves shimmer against
one another. Veins connecting
to xylem. Boundaries crashing.
Man becomes tree. Sky becomes man.
Water becomes air. Connection
through disconnection. Form
through deformation. We

used to be glaciers. Giant statues
of ocean, until Mother Nature
took a chisel and made an image
of herself. Ice became woman
became ocean became skin
became sun became son.
A thousand of them. They refract
into each other here. This body
of water. Waves into waves. Mother
into child. Distorted. Rebirthed.
Every mother is twice
born. Every wave is twice
formed. Everything is blended
in liquid form. If you listen

to the rain
splashing
into the lake, you
can hear the quiet
whisper
my children. my children.

If you watch the thousand
tiny circles popping
on the surface, you can see
a child dipping
their toes in the water,

before returning
to the womb.

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Mother's Day Poem 2016