First View

She lounges back on the horizon
arched curves pushing up from the heart
and invites me,
lures and calls me,
into the mystery.
Like magic

I feel my body surge
spirit hurling headfirst
over the highways,
past time,
and into the crease
where one rise meets the other.
There, a river

slinks through lushness,
smooth and wet;
the air tastes
earthy, silty pleasure heaving
deep in my chest –
a sense of place.

(c) C. Croft, 2015