Gibraltar

Rock of Ages,

adamant,

vajra diamond, lotus jewel:

I Am iron earth

beneath the bleeding velvet glove,

cavern and carving sea,

and wailing wind.

I Am crucible, fire,

molten lava, searing wave,

I Am Milky Way and snow-drift,

filigree of atoms whirling,

each individual

precious, astonishing!

I Am the past caught in amber dream,

prophesy in a crystal ball,

rock that will embrace roots.

My breasts are mountains,

yet I move mountains,

vistas endless, undulant.

Human vision sucks these crystal teats:

My dicta, predicting hope,

written in stone.

© Tamara Rasmussen 2018