Moving this way or that
Shifting out of control
Grasping for more of the same
Swooping backward
the river...
Owns a sense of urgency
To go quickly
Somewhere
To push each arching wave
over, out of the course
Of all the other rivulets
attempting in desperate motion
It flows
as long as there
is its substance...
water.
It flows disrespectfully
Of all other
Molecules...
But its own.
Is its destiny Mercy?
If you are not in its way...
Not under the booming
Barreling of her mighty waters
Not ready nor willing
To succumb to her
roiling, frothing momentum
The earth is able.
The mountains,
can hold her in check,
between her heavy
clumsy granite legs.
Between the exploding
clefts in her cheeks
Like the sounding
of an ancient ape
booming out across all earth
its need to regroup or mate...
But slowing her slightly
With distractions
such as fallen logs
perturbed troubled boulders
curbing her avaricious lust
to take whatever lays upon
her surface,
to sweep away what may
fall into her deep folds...
Knocking against a boulder
as big as a house
or roughing on pebbles
as small as marbles
in a boys game.
But, the River is
not a game;
not for little boys.
She is for herself,
for humans,
for creatures,
for all life on earth:
who need to understand
Her wet essence.
Every drop.
Represents life itself
for us all.
And she will take you
Back with her
To a beginning.
Someday she will claim
you...victoriously.
Leaping upon your limpness,
Churning at your struggle,
refusing to release you
from her suffocating grasp.
Boiling, Foaming, Gripping:
Stealing, releasing you of
your energy...taking back
her water she gave you
to drink...
Dashing you to bits
in her madness
to reach the hot empty
aqua-furnace far below
the earths crust:
steaming forth from her hot mouth.
Quenching the never-ending thirst.
With cold up welling swells,
splashing high,
jumping all boundaries;
rolling where she will,
filling spaces
with calm beams of liquid light.
Existing as water can
unseen and despoiled by
humans...
bouncing, playing
wet leap frogs on the rocks.
Chasing after boulders from the high side,
top to the down, rushing thrusting
eager to reach the bottom.
Embodied by its unholy weight
It"s power...
into the abyss
of froth choked ecstasy
releasing the fragrant scent
of water...
of evergreens and air...
blended with climate-wine.
Sweet, I sing of River Waters.
Intensely pushing or pulling
on your colony of currents.
Curling, expanding, embracing
this crazy tumbling
of being somewhere
then displaced to nowhere
another position in our universe.
You River, unstoppable torrent,
reaching in never ending
streaming; surround me.
Complete my soul.
Allow me to be swept away,
drenched in your wetness.
Loved by your elemental viscosity.
Your silken cool gurgle touching
under my skin...
Within me your surging power
Thundering space between my pores.
I dare,
I delight to swim with you.
To know you intimately,
sweeping pressing against my urgent return,
fulfill my need.
I see the curves of your river spine.
Fountains of wonder stream forth.
Flowing in endless precision.
Each boulder your sturdy bone.
Each particle of wet drops,
your life BLOOD.
Spilling hard against the earth,
Dropping from the pale lithosphere
You bleed out onto our earth
You leak from your wounds;
yet you slip through my fingers
disappearing...
AS THO YOU NEVER WERE.
Leaving me damp
Wanting more
Come
Crash down on me
Suspend who I am
