Mist

When I was but alive,
Though bold as imagination
Timidity held the reigns

But now I am more,
Unfolding into every dawn
Encompassing all that is night

When I was but alive,
I aspired for the sky
But was confined within form

But now I am more,
The mist rising from valleys
Climbing hills to join with clouds

When I was but alive,
Excessive in deliberation
Doubted path and place

But now I am more,
Careless streams flowing
Becoming indomitable ocean

When I was but alive,
Unsure as child’s first step
Interminable movement

But now I am more
Enduring stone masses
Quiescent mountains

When I was but alive
Lost in significance
Profane in sincerest effort

But now I am more
Spreading beneath your feet
The sacrosanct mother earth

When I was but alive
Arbitrary as time
Ephemeral as breath

But now I am more
Infinite spirit of life
Rooting heart and soul of generations

copyright 2007 CG Walters