Waystations

Ocean waves that nurse like the breasts of a mother

Treetops that swing like the arms of a father

Pla-teaus that uplift like awards of acheivement

Prairies that catch us in times of bereavement

Sand dunes that roll like the blankets of innocence

Clouds that can carry like chariots in race

Planets that spin like a friendship in summer

Star lights that fling us far far into space