i
What is the surface
of this river
that I am flowing with?
Gliding where the water
paints the trees and sky
in liquid colours,
calm, steady, tranquil, smooth;
underneath, I am a torrent of emotion,
a riptide of passion, flux of feeling
affirming, reeling, denying, spinning
into my own whirlpool.
My journey
back to my city
re-invokes memories
endings, untenable relationships that have lost their power,
that time has spun into the eye of the whirlpool,
currents of emotion, burdens of loss, gone.
I can look at you now
without flinching.
I am not trapped in cycles of unending irresolution.
Because I can leave, wash myself
of algae, reeds, sand and grit,
let the waters rush the detritus that remains
into a spining watery vortex.
This knowledge alone
depotentiates.
ii
I am the gentle
lapping on the shore,
fresh water of coolness...
Do you not see or hear
the thundering waterfall that I am?
I have lotuses growing on my still surface
like stepping stones
of flat jewels, of full moons, of honey cakes.
If you wish the beautific vision
of the saints,
it is here. But stay on the edge where the
stars meet the water.
Underneath, the currents rage like a woman gone
wild, frenzied, writhing, torrential,
hot, and uncontainable...
Tuesday, August 16, 2005
The River
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