Mountains & Oceans

my mind is a mountain

my arms the intermittent streams

where thoughts occasionally cascade

making it to the piedmont

that is my wrists

and down to my fingertips

where they drain

into rivers of words

that flow into oceans

where I have to fight

squalls and gales,

hunger and dehydration,

as I drift

lost and confused

in search of land.

About soitgoes1984

I was born and raised on land stolen from the Pocumtuc. I now live on a small island in the middle of the Pacific ocean, on land that was stolen more recently, from the Hawaiians. I am addict, struggling to kick the habit of fossil fuel.
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