Ava Ardvisur Banu

From high in the peaks of the great
Persian mythical mountains of Hukairya
she springs. Gathering momentum
she flows through
rocky promontories,
down spacious valleys,
emptying into the storied sea of
Vouru Kash.

Where the waters join the earth,
the sun cuts vertical ripples
of gold and gray and purple stipple.
I step over smooth mounds
of rock and sea weed, sounds
of sea gulls deflect off the wave
that laps across sea shells I save
for my own garden seascape.

Hands clasped, eyes closed,
I revere the element that
breathes life into the earth,
the essence of man and bird
of tears and birth.

Ava Ardvisur Banu, angel of flowing water
wash away the scabs, the sores, the sins
of me, your daughter.
Oh mother, soak me with
your dazzling glaze,
I submerge, I bathe.
DEENAZ P. COACHBUILDER
Riverside, California, USA
dcoachbuilder@gmail.com