LADY OF THE STREAMS
LADY OF THE STREAMS
The first time here,
She found herself
More lost than found;
She'd known
Brooklyn streets
And drugstore laughter,
Clubroom thrills
And Coney Island wilds,
But what on Earth
Had those to do
With forest streams
And roads of dirt?
New York and L.A.'s
What she'd seen,
Urban provincial,
Subway schooled,
A stranger here
Among these windy pines,
The bluejay kings,
The purple silence
Of the mountains.
With me out there
Fishing pools, and gone,
She felt alone,
Then lonely,
Lost, she thought,
For sure.
It took awhile, and
Then she found
The Self
She knew
Was there within,
Or so she trusted.
All dropped away
Like veils of Dream--
Glass and steel,
Construction sites,
Neon glitter,
Factory smudge
And roaring bikes--
And there among
The trees and hills
And wind and sky,
She sat upon a rock,
A throne,
Eyes closed,
And breathed
A Universe
Into her soul:
She returned,
Lady Of The Streams.