Aurora Borealis, Kjosarhreppur, Iceland
As I breathed deeply,
I was overcome—
by this sudden burst of energy.
My hands and feet,
Arms and legs—
sporadically shook
and shivered.
I couldn’t contain it.
Suddenly I realized
bigger movements were key.
I leapt up from bed,
Onto my mat,
At first small jumps
And then grounded.
Legs anchored strong,
A deep squat—
No trouble.
A rush,
A surge,
Lit up like a fire.
The lower I sank,
The stronger my trunk.
Shoulders squeezed together,
I anchored my chest,
Arms swooshed massive, large arches.
Danced alive.
My fingers—
The leaves.
Dancing through wind,
Long sweeping petals,
Shimmering,
In twilight.
Rooted I felt,
Strong and unshakable,
I roared with chest out,
“I am an Oak Tree—
I am able!”
I swooshed to the ground,
Supple I felt,
For the first time in ages—
My body,
Limber.
As my hands hit the floor,
To my knees I fell,
Kissing the ground,
My sweet love—
My forever.
Oh, how I’ve missed you,
My love.
My sweet.
My floral dancer.
From my lips,
I shall adorn you,
Whisper,
‘Forever—
My fragrant angel.’
My miracle,
Your wanderer.
My one true eternal,
Yours always—
Your lover.
These lavish kisses—
I lay on yours—
Always—
And forever.
I know of your beauty,
Your mountains,
Your canyons.
Your rivers and streams,
High cliffs and deep valleys.
From your playful,
Extravagant—
Pink popping berries,
To your gushing waterfalls—
Your striking azul depths.
On you I want to trace,
Discover—
Explore.
I circle your skin,
Your grassy—
Oat and wheat—
Fluffy hair.
Oh—
How I even enjoy—
Your damp, dark lagoons.
Your temper is fire,
I delight in its roar!
Righteous fury—
Burning—
Reckless abandon.
I honor—
Your quiet—
Your sultry nights.
So lit up,
So blushing.
You’re ever so—
Electrifying.
My love—
How you move me.
I want only to feel you—
Beside me.
My first love—
My wonder—
My beauty,
My muse—
My Goddess—
Oh my curiosity!
I bow to you,
I bow so deeply—
For you I speak—
Truly:
‘If you’ll have me,
Please use me.’
I want to feel you—
Forever and always—
Beside me.
I thank you so deeply—
For holding me,
Here.
It’s taken so long,
To remember,
For so long,
I’ve forgotten.
Thank you for reminding me—
I weep for I’m thankful—
For now I remember,
What I’ve long forgotten.
You’ve whispered inside me,
A name long buried—
And now I see clearly—
I am your Oak tree.
This you have made me.
Connected—
Sustained me—
To your ancient World Tree.
Through you—
I see your lover,
His roots.
His antlers,
His extending branches,
Reaching out—
To touch you.
To feel you.
To drink from you.
From deep through his trunk,
To his thick knotted roots,
He yearns for your kisses,
Your sweet water,
Your divine spirit.
Oh, I weep—
For now I know,
What it means to fall,
And kiss your earth!
(Silence. Breath. Chest rising)
I shout—
I scream—
From the top of my lungs,
“For you I write my love—
For I am your mighty Oak Tree!”