An Ode to My Grandmother
I look to you as a I look to the moon
Your silver streams wrap around me
I feel your kiss on the waves of my tumultuous river
See you staring back through the rippling mirror
And I am still
When daybreaks and I lose sight of you
You peek through the blaring sun,
between the branches of an oak tree,
Behind the hovering clouds--
And I am at peace.
I worship you oh lady of starlight.
Your light blinds me of the craters where
your flaws hide, leaving perfection in its place
I kiss the earth where your reflection walks upon--
And I am baptized
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