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
Of evening chill's breathing
a canvas like windows dreaming felt
All mindful
And chockful O'
Wonder
Then ponder
Yonder "window breaks"
Past the wilderness' sleep
Bone heavy wood
Umber earth
Past the rush of liquid
Folding in itself / as a soundtrack
Listen
Pedestrian be
Mindful
of the cautionary whales
Ahab's yell
Obsessions
Fears
Or loathing
One's 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.
Do not leave...
And
here
We are now
The spirit fluent
With the rapid rivers loud
Always on the run
Currents like a child's curiosity ...
When or why does it end
Where do we go?
Like most things existing,
Will lead to the high art / love's deep oceans
We often forget to seek
And mind
the sublimations ...
driftwood.
Begin with a dot, a line
A speck of dusk
A burst of light
A starry sky,
pieces to mastery
Raging fragility of water
Liquid undulations
Folding itself in / volumes
Or falling from on high
A droplet cry
Then lightning
(crash or bloom)
From the heavens
like electric rivers
So brilliantly
Festoons
Where do we go
There and here / underfoot
Over north / southern sleep
To oceans twilight deep
Go wrapped or map-less
Or no
Up yonder
There up there
Everywhere
All without fear
My heart like the river yearns
To go toward the sun
A flow / the beating drum
Always on the run...
And
Yet
Still
Here.
RIVER.
