I feel the faint tremor begin,
A gentle rumble deep within pulling me,
Tugging me, urging me forward…
A caress,
A whisper…
Light energy, fusion,
Waves lapping, pure fluid motion of memories -
Yes, always those.

They flow over me, fumbling in the dark
Like an inexperienced lover, coming and going,
Threading fingers that do not fit
As if to claim me or deter me,
Washing over, leaving sediment -
The Nile flooding the valley,
Leaving rich soil after destruction.
I am desecrated.
I am consecrated.

I have entered the well and carved out the walls.
I have seen the inside of the sarcophagus with eyes wide open,
Touched the damp soil with body and soul,
Scratched in the darkness with fingers bleeding,
Suffocated in flames kissing the heavens
And it comes to me in moments of silence.
They come to me, crawling over me -
Scorpions in a cave -
Love and lust, pity and strength, tears and smiles…

A long solid line of waves crashing,
Stinging me into clarity,
Stripping away the mystery -
Leaving me grounded, rich and whole.

Dena L Moore
March 7, 2006