Member Poem

I surfed upon the silver tides,
a moss skin vortex cross point
to my quest but no one knew.
I roamed the moonstone forest with my inner light as map but no one spotted me except an antsy kamikaze  squirrel.
I mined the opal rocks while combing
crystal feldspar outcrops for some bounty.
I sang my hymn to Mother Earth, the source  of spectral  light and nature’s milk to all us siblings and
the world stood up
And noticed.
Found its voice!
Despite the deluge of a thousand siren earthquakes,
that suddenly encroach on seismic venture.