Gaia Composes
Gaia is the soloist
broadcasting song as she spins.
Earthwhirl sings to us
while we sleep.
She conducts, as well;
tunes the earthling orchestra—
our dissonance, our consonance—
so our resonance rises.
And we are made
of her elements;
our bones, her minerals,
our blood and tears,
her waters.
She, the Singing, composes us
into changing frequencies
too intricate for scoring.
Today tides lift
to the moon, yet do not
spill out into space.
Gaia makes us music
of expansion
reassured by gravity.
On the shore
we fill with her composure.
©Susa Silvermarie 2021
This is beautiful, Susa! A lovely metaphor. I can relate!
Nice one. I like the rhythm and the accompanying photo. You are a poet I continue to admire, dear Susa.