Two Gather the Harvest

I swam in the warm surface of life.
The waters' surface gave being to my flesh.
Growth leapt in the delight of darkness.
The flippered fish became thighed soul.
The ape-lord dropped from the umbilical vine of nature's leafy womb.
And climbed a place in the lap of life,
Grasping the tressed branches
While suckling wholeness from the sap of time.
 
I strode through the star crested valley
On a ray of sight, through the mountains of nothingness.
Tangled is the sharp focus of darkness when the flairs of existence burned out,
Extricated as the glow of essence
Emanated from the gossamer filament of totality.
I parted the darkness,
Feeling absence emptied of nonentity.
Vaulting upwards to the brim of substance;
While you laid the mantle of joy upon me.
The smiling palm smote the universe,
Stroking the nerved retinal dome of touch,
Sensitizing awareness.
I reached the eye of touch:
Knew both sides of the glass
And the quick silver between.

by Karen Mitura