You and I have been together
since the sun first glinted in the shallows
beneath your wading skirt and laughing children,
around campfires, torturous loves,
over countless rivers and mountains,
before the poisoning and earthquakes
when the seas were smaller
and our original home intact;
after a thousand mornings
while rivers yet flow and tides awaken
I call out to you from this city street
above the rain soaked trees
singing the voice of our long, long love
reaching out as you give birth.