face of the earth 5/17/17

water that disguises itself as rain
will descend as hard rocks upon me,

it seems.
the earth, as myself,

will demystify that greeting quickly.
almost as if, I have no reason to cry
then maybe the sky will become upbeat

in facing me,

with a wide smile,

so vast as if, face-to-face comforting.
at times like these, I feel blemished
as the face of this earth
when these things happen.
but then it all pores through me,
the living and the dying worn of each day.
I realize I am making these faces,
even as the wind is chiseling by.
it gives me a sort of praise in passing.
I can’t overtly smile in response.
we, trees, plants, and land,

all have to smile at once
as if in a gesture of common mood.
it is a feeling that has to possess us,
all at once.
this is where I stand up for our common mind,
the over-soul of it all

and light heartedness,
as the face of the earth to meet you . . .