These stagnations that come from low water -
where once was excess, remnants lie in stillness,
shrinking, draining, breeding stink and mischief.
Don't live there.
Live, when you can, in the ripple that holds its place
Even as the river flows fast through.
Live in the fluid rise that's elevated
By the complementary forces of
Forward motion and
Surface tension.
Stationary, stable, yet rolling and always new,
Sometimes so full it has to sing,
Sometimes so full it's bursting
to let go its toehold and join the formless flow
on down the river.
© Laura Seale, 2017
3 comments:
Nice! Enjoyed poem and photo!
LOVE your poem...LOVE your work. Patsy
Beautiful poem!
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