River Stone held to heart,
polished with years of tears,
the flow of moody Water.
always said, "this River got
attitude!" Water-tude.
River reflects Sky
reflects River...
when I'm upside down,
down is up, I'm dropping
Rocks into Clouds.
weight of Stone pushes
breath deep down into
Water-tude,
sinking Spirit higher
into altitude.
heavy Stone lifting
Gravity in reverse, reversing
Gravity of the situation,
pulling me up past toes
onto bare feet again.
Crow watches over there...
guttural chuckles bubbling
into rapid Water voices.
he's not getting wet
today, no way!
*Poems and artworks by Sara Kian-Judge 2021
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