Fecund

In my younger years
I was beset with
Tsunami's and hurricanes
Tumultuous tides
And strong winds
Easily flooded with emotions
Drowning in tears...
Blood...semen
Breast milk...
And amniotic fluid

In my middle years
I was a volcano
Hot with anger
Icy cold with rage
Spewing lava 
Burning down 
Old and worn infrastructure 
Screaming NOOOO!
At the inequities 
And corruptions

In my later years
My dried scorched soil
Became my empty canvas
And I planted seeds
On virgin earth
My hands danced
Writing and creating
I sang with the birds
And fed the critters
And created myself anew

And now the final chapter
The flooding is over
My volcano is dormant
(Except an occasional eruption) 
And my garden is thriving
Watered by my soft tears
Of acceptance and joy
And in silence, I feel 
The breath of my ancestors 
Whisper Hello.
Hello.

bjb