From Songs of Zodiac
She is the eddy of chaos on earth,
the lifting of moonlit tidal surge
and the melody of water and stone.
She is yoked, yet balanced in mirth
and travels the narrows to the merge
of gathered mass and bacterial loam.
Her craft is the potter's and his clay,
a gentle tapping of the river's horde
and a mounting pressure of the harvest grain.
Floods, hurricanes and droughts pay
for the morning dew's quiet regard
and the field's growing lust for rain.