Member Poem

I have a heart too big to fit inside my body, lakes for eyes that keep flowing like swollen rivers. A mere flick of my fingers and I am rid of dirt and dust in my path. My gait is slow with a gentle rhythm that follows its own beat, slow doesn't mean stupid here, it means sure footed. Once I'm set no amount of honking and harking is going to set the whole hundred pounds of the heart of me from my chosen destination. When it is hunting season I can be both hunter and prey feasting on moon flowers that grow from the hardest rock, scented with tears from the rain gods.