Speak

Between earth and air
lies the language of sun
speaking,
responding in clouds.

Converse with your maker,
be heard,
take shape, 
lean across your sky.

Paint your desires 
in feathered script,
coloured bands,
in heavy, thundery cries.

The sun stands waiting,
oceans rise, ready 
for your word—
speak

speak into rivers,
call from foothills,
pour across plains,
cry—return me to the sea!

Hear the mountains echo—
we’re here to carry you home.