Wild Stream Orchid
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Posted in Poetry • December 19, 2025

Wild Stream Orchid can bring you back to the knowledge that there is an ocean, a tide, a current of love that is always around you - holding you, washing through you, laughing so hard it hurts.

—Chelsea Granger and Anne Lousie Burdett, Dirt Gems

Somewhere, there is an ocean.
Somewhere, the current is flowing—
around those old granite rocks you loved all those years ago, where you swam
at high tide as the rain rolled in: there is a current flowing there,
smoothing and polishing them year by year, flowing out
into the channel, past the ships that sail out where you knew never to swim, out
around the headland, out into the open water. There is a current
flowing out into the deepest blue-black depths where the whales sing their secret hymns,
down and out through the chasms and among the fiery pillars where the worms and crabs gather,
down through the deepest places where the secret horned Queen in her dress of summer night
waits laughing with open arms and four fearsome loving eyes,
down where the trees of a thousand thousand years ago turn slowly to fire,
down through your little girl heart that swells to bursting with the sorrows
of all the years you haven't lived, out through the stars where
the wild souls swim, where the starry Mother of the world still brings us all forth
again and again, everlasting to eternity, a thousand thousand sunrises—
somewhere the current is still flowing and flowing and flowing.

Somewhere, still, there is an ocean.