Tuesday, July 10, 2018

I Will Stay

The gully leads the land to the water table
For the water’s sake as a young man
Would lay his coat in mud for the queen

The branch flows all summer gathering
Grasses and birches skirts all billowing
Because the pastures kindly tilt this way

This farm’s eight acres inclined to the sea
Sending water down and down even after
The trees have lifted so much to the sky

All last year I built sacred fires in caves
As high as I could find but in this watershed
The fire circle goes down behind the branch

And I still don’t know how it is I got here
Or why water behaves this particular way
But some love has roped me, and I will stay.


© Bill Prindle, 2018

Sprout Creek
Photo by Julian Colton
from Wikimedia Commons



1 comment:

jean said...

A very lovely poem!