"headwater" poems
Mime me a river
Silver with salmon
Running forever
Clear, cold and free.
Mime me a mountain
High as Montana
Headwater's fountain
Top clad in snow.
Mime me a meadow
Lush green with lark
Holding clouds' shadows
Fast in her arms.
Mime me a time
When sweet sky was open
And slow moon could climb
Shine right through the breeze.
Mime me a river
Silver with salmon
Running forever
Clear, cold and free.
r ~ 5/28/14
May 28, 2014
May 28, 2014 at 5:53 PM UTC
I once dreamt the mountain could speak—
it called me by every name I've forgotten,
braided moonlight into my throat,
and left dew behind my tongue
as proof I was ever kissed by something ancient.
Now, when I weep,
my tears birth a headwater stream.
It flowed in red
though the dream spun black and white
the green leaves formed my suit,
and the rolling stones my shoes
as if gravity led me—
and the valley summoned me home.
Jul 4, 2025
Jul 4, 2025 at 1:07 PM UTC