Columbia by Kieke Norianegra

Columbia

by Kieke Norianegra

Mouth gaping

with mossy emeralds

while I

searched her bank

for unobtrusive treasures

polished by her

  Pacific push, 

through earth’s topography,

 past gabled roof,

and bridges

fashioned by grandfathers.

No sabbatical,

nor distractions

of seasons

or wing of gull.

Wisdom of names

 and reasons

for all things.

,She calls through 

her own mist,

   toward open sea.

 Reflection 

gazing upward.