Janette Hoppe #2 When the great ones disappear

when the great ones disappear

another idol lost
another prophet lost
all great things must come to an end
mother earth is alive -
still kicking it for the moment

I sit in the winter morning sun
noting things from the flood
the earth-made maiden that I am
knows that water has a spirit
once that spirit dies
no more water, no more life

I soak up the sun
winter in my bones
water on my lips
pause...breathe...remember
no more water, no more life

and I am running out of prophets
the sublime bond
between people and land
no more water, no more life

pause...breathe...remember.