her poem

water welling and connecting
tracing the veins within me
Belli born of a volcano
and I, came forth of a river

I drip and shimmer
in summer's light
like liquid silver

but the turning comes slowly
and I wait
for the tilting
that brings my unfolding

symbol into physical
in this moment
the water runs slowly

I'm the slow, hidden river
I am in the waiting
for release and swelling
the exuberant explosion

born of a river
I am the river
I move still, yet slowly
and wait for the tilting
the Comes