Another River Poem

After I drop my son off at preschool I have a precious hour all by myself before I have to drive the afternoon school bus run, and I usually spend it walking around Carburn Park. I walk there and sit by the Bow River for a while, and look for deer, which I always see there, and never when I'm looking for them. In fact on Wednesday I nearly walked straight into one, which looked a little less startled than I was myself. (They are quite used to clumsy, senseless people stomping around and not looking where they're going.) Anyway I have to acknowledge these walks are inspiring lots of rivery poems.

Hear

The watery voice of the river
It speaks in a pebbly tongue
Murmuring the secrets of hidden stones
Just beside blank grey civilization.

It quietly gurgles in treasures of silence
Point and counterpoint with a
songbird's melodies.

Water and sun embrace as lovers
I cannot look for long at the joy
of their encounters, for
it marks my face with a lasting blush.

Where I Walk

Here's an old poem that warrants a re-read... the deceptions of perceptions.

Where I Walk

Sing a thought. Rub your
fingers raw on the
strings
Theologize until you
go insane

Clouds and thick darkness
surround him
There is a space
That only His form can fill
But I cannot find Him in it

Work until you're weary and
find you can
complete nothing

What I want Him to be
what He is
I see His shape
His features are a mystery

Find me in my
emptiness

If He came would
He answer
would I understand
would we see each other

path of fire
path of consummation

"The Truth"