Ode To Huron
was i salt
And am i now not?
was i warm
And am i now what?
Cold.
I am COLD.
was i always land locked?
Or Ocean, Sea and Wave
have you spurned up the earth to keep me here?
Well then, keep me here.
Nothing, nothing stays imprisoned.
For I am…
And my call never fails.
So old and oh so cold and yet
She loves me.
Bearded and gray but never mind that,
She loves me.
I take the men down, I bury them deep
And spew up their remains,
And she loves me.
But she may stop one day,
Perhaps one day.
For she loves one thing more than me.
Son.
I've made her cry rivers of salt
But she still loves me.
She listens for me.
Her head up, she listens for me.
The room quiets, they all know
Yes, that she loves me.
Wind and roar,
Push and strain from my very core
Old, so old and oh so so cold
And when I take what she loves
The most.
She’ll come to me.
She will come to me and cry no more.
Sandra K. Woodiwiss © 2011
