Poem: Riverbeds flowing
The rocks stretch out their arms To homeless pebbles in the sand As the white waters leap Downhill in headlong pursuit Of happy, lapping hours. The riverbeds also flow With the rivers And there is no stillness In nature; Pebbles and stones plunge forth, Racing with invisible things in the mud A thousand times chafing the reeds, Green-swirling--- Excited by the kick of fish-tails, In the willow-strands The leaping surprise Of otters sliding down parapets Like rain off a woman’s hair Awakened by the wind’s insistent love Tossing dead boughs away Upon waters, children, flowers, Eyes; Riverbeds flowing, There are once more Traveling tales to tell. ---- ----------- ------------------- ------------------ ---------------- from the collection, ''Riverbeds Flowing '', 1999; reprint 2009