River.
The impetus
Of being
Always on the run
Through pinwheel eyes
Those standing by
The mystic roadway : River
Blues yet to be brushed
Or in blush
from Evenings’ chill / a breathing Canvas,
Like windows we
dreamers felt / all mindful
And chock full O'
Wonder
Then ponder
Yonder—"window breaks"
Past the wilderness' sleep
Bone-heavy wood
Umber earth
Past whoosh and rush of liquid
Folding on itself like a soundtrack
Listen now
Pedestrian be
Mindful of the cautionary whales
Old Ahab’s yell
Obsessions
Fears
Or loathing.
If one is drowning in one's sleep
Look wildly
widely
Blithely
Down river
Or up there beyond finger's point
Sidewinder-snake-journeys
Until sky and below it
All meet
The distance
Now only a line
Coalescing what is beyond
Our ability to see
Far and away
Evanescent
Effervescent
Ever after
River. / Life.
Here we are / being / proud
Free-Spirit-Fluent
With the rapid rivers, loud—
always on the run...
The currents like a child's curiosity,
How goes it, then?
When or why Does it end ?
Where do we go?
And like most things beyond just existing
Will be lead to the high art /
Love’s deep ocean...
Nights full of stars.
We wish often and forget to seek
mind
the sublimations/ driftwood.
So, Let’s then
Begin with a dot . a speck of dusk,
burst of sunrise
or dark, starry skylines
pieces to masterpiece Raging fragility of waters’
(Unctuous undulations)
Folding upon itself in volumes
Or falling from on high
A droplet cry.
Then Flash! /of lightning
(crash or bloom)
From the heavens
like electric rivers
So brilliantly Festoons...
Where do we go
With those under toes
There and here / underfoot /
Over north / southern sleep
to Oceans’ twilight deeps?
Go wrapped or map-less
Or no,
Up
Way
Up yonder
There Up there
Everywhere
All without fear...
My heart like the river yearns
To go toward the sun
A flow / afloat
the beating drum
Always on the run
And
Yet
Still
Here.