sky’s streams
swim, swim open flow
wavy stream dizzy streak
wet, lazy lake throw
moon beam goose beak
gravy stream fashions crow, so sleek!
Pleiades-gleam, life-tree freak
crocodilian, red-eyed, red-lined escrow
moss-pebbled twigs, mud-creeked, gray-slicked
tumbled, liked, un-liked, poked, tweeted, pinned, googled, youtubed,
huddled-down, heavy rain, perpetual seeking,
yet unsought, fleeting thoughts,
but not lost, just unrest…
when lost, though, found,
then lost again
words are seedlings, forests over forests
a sea inside claws away
at the belly, the cheeks
tongue licks the eyes, wandering pink
swim stream dizzy, night’s thousand creeks
sky screams
blue then white then gold
swim swim, flow moon’s hold
sing, muse, sing love-long beams
string string along life-strong dreams
strong dreams…
Gabriel Navar 
“yet unsought, fleeting thoughts,
but not lost, just unrest…
when lost, though, found,
then lost again
words are seedlings, forests over forests”
It reminds me of the power a forest fire can have. Before the fire, the seeds are forgotten lurking beneath the earth waiting for just the right time to come up and unleash their power. Oftentimes, I feel our words are the same ways waiting beneath our surface, until a “disaster” tears us down and makes us more mature inside our spiritual beings to unleash these words that are like you said “seedlings”. I adore this poem and it’s raw beauty.
Hola de nuevo…. I must say that I absolutely enjoy your poetic insights… most of my poems are “born”/inspired whenever I get a chance to visit the Redwoods in the Oakland hills…. they are absolutely majestic, magical, powerful yet fragile… G