in mist filtering moonlight into water moving
slower than someone might be walking along
on a path where weapons were carried
by river living kin and spirit,
if moons pulled from past along wet black rope
could stretch over in seconds of centuries
glimmering water of coral of seas long moved away
green translucent chalcedony
iridescent flies and stones in wet grass moonlit darkness
dripping spider webs
long legs underneath center toward water
sides of webs slope up to gather
slope down to body mother earth
who loves swimmers in rivers in moonlight,
we hand hold by precious hand hold are come to understand
a jeweled dripping wet black rope is a line of hemp
passed hand to hand thru green briar and river of life
thru stolen work stolen land stolen rock of ages air we breathe water in our breathing cells;
whereas,
a pipe is a line to transport and burn and burn and transport
corroding steel thin wire
threadlike fragile under mountain thin skin caverns of wonder and glory
subcutaneous cancer mother throughout blessed body that nursed me
a hissing rusting pipe already leaving,
a line is a collecting
a rope of hemp asking and receiving welcome
mother of love and life,
resolved