The River

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I WENT TO THE RIVER

Today I went to the river
That rolls by the church.
Diminutive in size,
It’s power is always a shock
After a truly long and weighty rain.

I went this morning
To mix my tears
Into the slow and steady creep
The river chose as her outfit
For today’s particular display.

Under the beleaguered bridge
Are fat navy blue letters
Left by some stringy-haired kid
Wanting to say something
We won’t hear.

The violent and gushing rains of last week
Left my river swollen.
The young willows on the fringe
Are now plastered into the flood banks.
The water had risen alarmingly fast and far.

My tears seemed to come up
Out of nothing
And then they were gone.
Maybe some generalized malaise
We, earth inhabitants now forever run in our veins.

There- the church bells finally sounding
And my dog rolling
To get close to some exotic scent.
I was so jealous of her find.
That dirt she wiggled in held treasure.

I felt satisfyingly small
There on the muddy bank.
“The river is bigger than me!” I thought.
Whether rolling or a raucous display
That river-girl is bigger than me.

I left that place
Having given the easy flow a bit more
Of the wetness we both know well.
I rolled home wearing that river’s solace
In the gift of an earthen and watery scent she offered me..

-CA 2014

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3 Responses to “The River”

  1. Barbara on August 14th, 2014

    I had to read this twice as your words are truly beautiful….I love it! You really are gifted with your words and your beautiful art work.

    Barbara

  2. Jane on August 14th, 2014

    It’s hard to believe that we don’t feel the sadness of what we are doing to our planet, our home. Thank you for putting into such beautiful words something we all must feel.

  3. Jenny on August 14th, 2014

    Beautiful moving poem . Thank you

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