Calla Rises Poem by Grant House

Calla rises
Like the Sun
Like the Moon
Like dough becoming bread
Like the lioness after her mid-afternoon nap
Calla rises
Like the temperature of the desert at 10 am
Like steam off the geyser pool
Like the geyser
Like lava from the earth's core, Calla rises
Like a rocket bound for Mars
Like Mars
Like the Milky Way on a dark cityless night
Like the city at dawn
Calla rises up, up, up
And we rise too
Rising up on the back of her cosmic turtle
Surfacing far out in the ocean
Looking together at wide open wind swept wave mountains, we rise with Calla
We rise in the eyes of the great wind borne albatross
Crossing the currents below
Climbing higher and higher
We rise with Calla
To the clouds and higher still
Lifting to the edge of space
Calla rises
And we rise to our highest spirit's potential
Where All is All
And we are all of it together
When Calla's spirit rises
We rise