SPIRIT QUEST

Lifted from the tide pool,

Malachite

Lies wet and cool

In my hand

While primordial memory

Flickers in my blood

Or quivers across my skin

As I touch Malachite’s cousin,

Serpentine,

Warm and slick in the sun.

Wet tadpole ripples

Ride the heart rhythm

Pulsing in waves.

Lizard sand trails

Scrape scales against flesh.

Sediment silts into the riverbeds

Of my veins.

Cooling magma steams

In my bones.

I am rock and life.

I am alone on the beach

Where ancient memory

Assaults reality

And transforms dreams.