Elements by Alicia Winski
It's a cold earth you roam, lost in yourself,
lost to humanity, lost to love--
your steps ponderous, immune to the scalding ground
quivering beneath scornful feet, immune to the fires
you vanquish with a frigid glance
Have you not witnessed the fury of an erupting volcano?
Have you never been singed by the heat of lava flowing
through dry fissues in it's race to meet the sea?
Fire
Water
Opposing elements in a violent clashing, creating
between them a stealthy mist, an insidious vapor
slipping in and out of one's thoughts, melding
in that volatile place where
Moisture begets moisture, where
all water flows
in the same direction
Singular slow tricles deceptively mild, conjoined,
high velocity currents sweeping lone, abandoned hulls
into roiling seas, flooding the void between them,
saturating, expanding dry tinder rocked wildly
beneath the weight of healing waters
leaving a finite voyage softly concluded
Exhausted vagabond vessels washed up onto gritty terrain
surfeited, becalmed, left simmering under a sunburst glare
all water flows
in the same direction, while steam
rises ...
Alicia Winski © 2011