Thursday, March 31, 2005

I Remember You

We reached-
arms outstretched
complacent and satisfied
loosened our grip
forgot, rested

But who can remember
the melody of a brook?
-keep a butterfly or a flower
in a jar?

We would remember.
Today is misplaced
Distance and time continue
I lost you
Our friendship is the victim.

Tuesday, March 29, 2005

I am a River

I am a river
rushing unquietly among the rocks
pounding the edges away from myself
Seeking smoothness, restful curves, easy slopes

You see me
a roaring torrent, free falling
looking for a gentle place to warm myself in deep pools

or a gentle valley stream
the passion of the mountain hidden in blue-green silt

The treasures of the rocks through which I flow
glitter for hungry eyes to see
They follow my path backwards to find gold
But I'll never go there again

Too much darkness and pressure and pain
brought those glimmering sparks from the rocks
And yet my heart flows there

For I am a river, always running
Daily refreshed by tiny drops, melted from ice
Aquifers, hidden but bubbling forth
living water daily wearing down sharp stones
Always seeking the ocean

Light is a river
A rushing, invisible stream,
pouring all over beauty, form,
texture, faith
Swimming with my eyes open
I can't see above the surface of the running water
Where can I find a quiet pool
To see what lies above this stream?