Tides of March

Hearing fogged drops of rain
Precipitate violence in the Amazon
Against the placid Leaves;
Left disheveled the unfiltered forest.  

Dampness divorced from its thin vapor blur

Plummeting memoirs retold, the cradled
Past returns its own, splintered─ light
Edging the threshold of infinitude
Axiomatic slippage each fell cold.

Fallen moisture recovered, once

Nourished the ancients;
Correspondingly, we align. Lineal descendants,
Tides of March, sibilant waters flow through us.

Hoary myths now hallowed imminent. Ponderous

Our torn skies cleft, clouds suffused in grey─
The emergent pour, casts a montage in this
Freighted silence, implicit tapestries
Sewn seamless; our kindred froth ashore.

Pedigreed continuum bound in common plight,

Unseen flood of halcyon
Dust and flesh coalesce beneath the torrent;
Genetic lines merge ─ intersection of
Time and eternity. From such water we drink.
Lineal descendants,
Tides of March, sibilant waters flow through us.

 ©2012 W.S. Warner