M


M

From a mile away, it might be mud.
Move closer, it becomes a mirror.
The basin almost empty, its ‘lake’ more of a mere.
From there, my face looks back at me. In the same way, I remember myself
marking you; and your merging with the air
at the moment I emerged from the meadow.

Beyond my head, the murmuration of cumuli
meanders in misty sympathy with my own motion.
I am here for a reason.
I shake the stick, and at the same time,
circles grow from pinpricks in the water.
At the same time,
I feel them, coolly blessing my cranium.
At the same time,
something makes a movement in the murk;
animating the mire.

What’s there?
Under air,
water.
Under water,
earth.
Under earth,
fire.

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I am writing a poem for each of the 26 letters of the English alphabet for #NaPoWriMo2018. The poems are a sequence and you can read the first dozen as follows:

A B C D E F G H I J K L

The letter 'M' is derived from an ancient Egyptian hieroglyph denoting water.




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