Mud Mother

Mud mother slithers

Full of fishes.

Mud mother rolls 

Down to the sea.

Beautiful river, 

Life,

Living through you,

Living through me.

Blood is coursing,

Bringing old muddy

Iron and oxygen,

Traces of things 

That can't be named,

Magnetizing

A field of knowing

Between us,

Pulling us down

Through a river of love.

Mud Mother,

The Melodious Motherer,

The Fortunate,

The friend of all who live,

I sing to her while she runs,

And while she runs,

I run with her.

I want to be

Wherever she is,

To see all that she sees,

To love

All that she loves,

To be to all,

All that she is to others,

Until I, too,

Have become like her,

A Mud Mother.

-jenn