OREGON IN WINTER
The big plane slows, mists rise to meet it
droplets begin to play along the windows
My body, mostly water
falling through clouds, mostly water
I have been traveling some
The water in me comes from
the limestone caverns of Austin
the rivers of Upstate New York, and
million year old glaciers in the Rockies of Alberta
The clouds have been around the world
rising and falling as river, air and sea
Quiet now, as I am
I can feel them meeting again
hear them, telling stories