Erik's Poems

Earth Tether

Earth Tether


This is the creek bed

Full of stones and dry

Sinews of the flow that led

Once lush without a sigh


To a warm and bubbling dome

Caressed with swirls of watery grace

Like a sky arch to this home

A palm of loving interface.


The creek bed that once was a stream

Now shrunken to a memory wisp

Can guide our heartbeat steps in dream

Toward gurgled sounds of swish and lisp.


From heart to heart the river flows

In cushioned worlds hung from above

The rhythm speech that always knows

Its warm and aqueous source of love.


It waters roots of leaves gone dry

And flows in silence under stone

A smile beneath an angry sky

A path for all who are alone.

oil painting by Jane Bendix