My Spirit Splashes

My spirit bathes in
rivers

oceans

still ponds

 little tidal eddies

and  the grace

of rain on sage

carried by prairie winds

Godly waters leak inside me

drip
by
drip

hollowing out the caverns of

my soul with something holy

 the spiritual promise

in sulfur spray that shoots from

faithful geysers

and the soothing calm of

cool running mountain waters

Clinging

like little wisps of moss

growing slowly

on unmoving river stones

I remember that

 time and water always

 all ways

find a way to flow

Reaching
with all ten fingertips,

grasping for a taste of heaven

and I see myself in

the lips of trout that break surface

 reaching for low buzzing insects

  kissing the unknown above 

Scrambling

 awkward in my humanity

like misty bouncing water droplets

springing off  of heavy boulders

and fragile ferns alike

as they tumble the waterfall

 

Like every drip of rain,

and every snowflake that ever fell

my being wants nothing

but the soothing saltiness of the ocean

to wash my sins away

my spirit splashes 

 in the grace of rain on sage

carried by prairie winds

Rain Creek

Riding along

with my head on your shoulder

                          and feet out the window

the cotton woods rain white ashes

on the windshield of your Chrysler New Yorker

with the cigarette burns on the seats

We lose our selves on old country roads
that know each other so well not even
the locals really know where one ends
and the next begins

Out the passenger window

                      I can barely see

the green fields of next year's wheat

absorbing the last of this day's warmth

I watch you smoke with one hand,

the other draped around my bare shoulders

you steer with your left knee

and I wonder
where the ashes fall to

once they've escaped your fire