Wednesday, March 24, 2010

Waters of March

The river is beautiful right now. Full, swollen by the thaw, flowing with such force it stops the mind. I paused to take it in this morning, awed by its new dimensions...this body of water, rising, as it must do, flooding where it will... On the surface, white spirals spin downstream, riding currents so long and deep, so ancient, they rush the blood. Within a moment it drew me in and southward, turned me toward the sun, and I was suddenly floating, dreaming nearly, at rest... So strange, so sad, to demonize this, to fear and resist it, only because we can't control it...

And the riverbank talks
of the waters of March,
It's the end of all strain,
It's the joy in your heart.

(To those on low ground, I wish you peace and safe passage.)

1 comment:

conniewonnie13 said...

emma, your words about the river are striking and full. i was at gooseberry falls last week feeling something like put it so well. i feel transported. thank you for posting this.