MEIA GEDDES I us I

by Meia Geddes

Let us be voyeurs for a moment or two and look closely, for the earth is making love to herself. It sounds smells like lovemaking.

Rain silky sweet falls into the rough palms of sycamores held by the dark wet earth in deep embrace as the sky holds the moon who kisses the fingertips of trembling waters.

Let us forget the looking and listening and smelling and right here now begin to do the same, slowly et us spill down upon one another.