MotherSound
I close my eyes and listen to your sound.
It’s like pulling up the softest quilt
poured with every color you can be;
and under your tender music,
l am nestling all the parts of me.
Little me is seated solid on the sand,
but the swishing rhythm of your waves,
soft and yielding in the light of dawn,
rocks a deeper me, to peace.
Right here, in the center of now.
Is it wind that makes you move?
Does the moon
push and pull you too?
I cannot comprehend the thousand tiny things
that set you singing to the shore.
I only know your grace this day
saves something in me so needs saving.
I trust that when I leave the lake,
it stays around me like a comforter,
a caring skin of watersound.
I feel myself to be a field
of sensations you, the water, wash.
I am vastness now enveloped
in your morning sound sonata,
;in your mothersound of lapping water.
©Susa Silvermarie 2026
Your love of the lake inspires me to appreciate it more. For me it is just ‘there’ and I take it for granted, seeing it at least 3 times a day on my dog walks. I will see it differently today. Thanks.
I am now understanding what you are writing about, that slow progression of letting go. I so look forward to seeing you at the NWMF!!
That’s it! Something calming takes over, every time I walk beside it.
I love it Susa, your poem, the sounds….the you!