i am, become... <br />i am the stillness of the mountains, <br />and the whisperings of the grasses. <br />i am the kiss of the river, <br />running o'er stones and dirt. <br />i am the magnificent eagle, <br />but no less the sparrow... <br />i am the wind that weeps <br />for the land of the free! <br /> <br />i am concrete and glass, <br />the great cities you built. <br />i am factories and mills, <br />i am trucks hauling freight. <br />i am rows of corn, <br />your tractor, your mule. <br />i am brick houses built, <br />row upon row... <br /> <br />i am breasts and hands, <br />i am lips and legs wrapped. <br />i am sweetness and wetness, <br />i am heat and the moan.. <br />i am the cave of desire, <br />the ride long, deep, and hard. <br />i am the dance of the lovers <br />in the great room of darkness. <br /> <br />i am children taught by lamplight, <br />books written by the candle. <br />i am integrity and dignity <br />handed down from generation to generation. <br />i am discernment and questioning, <br />and the prayers of all traditions. <br />i am the hope that listens, <br />hears, and cares.... <br /> <br />i am the magic belief <br />that awaits the star, <br />and the birth... <br />the faith that demands <br />that living goes on... <br />i am all that you are <br />given without holding back... <br />i am tomorrow believing in today! <br /> <br />i am, i dance, i make love, i sing... <br />i am America's desire, <br />i am, become....<br /><br />Eric Cockrell<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-am-desire/
