I am dark and tangled roots
clinging vines emerging from sheer cliffs
woven between mud and rock.
I am way ahead of you anticipating
skidding down an icy highway
ready for anything including that slip-up.
I am a maze of intricate threads
sinuous connectors coursing under
city streets through flesh and bone.
I am a blessing, visionary whispering
prayers, unfolding beams of light
shining on ceremonial formations.
I am a traffic signal constantly changing
thoughts flashing between
yes, no and maybe, a flux of vacillation.
I am a strike anywhere match, sparking
wild in rain puddles, burning up no-tell motels
raging rivers cannot squelch my inferno.
I am the V of a gull soaring across sunset,
formation of migrating geese, featherbed
valley of cleavage a soothing pacifier.
I am a shaman, dream weaver, magician
blowing dandelion wishes scattering seeds
creating truths born of imagination.
I am lush and verdant, a rainforest
guardian of lie, quencher of thirst
nourisher and regenerator.