I’ll keep the refrain of the song of the river
Its rumble and shout as it courses along
Caressing the rock into smooth, graceful contours
High leaping arcs as it thunders on down
The roil and the roll and the coming together
Frothy rejoining of channels
Soft curling curve of the eddies returning
Sloshing back over the rocks
See how it takes me
It captures and fascinates
I could behold it forever
Much later, memory takes it to illustrate
Life-thrumming rhythms within
And I find myself feeling
we’ve come through a waterfall
Free falling, crashing, and tumbling out
Joy of abandon, then jolt of the reckoning
Sinking and wondering:
Where are we now?
Deep in the pool, in the calm underneath
we remember
Water is one, and we’ve never been lost or alone
We fall with the force from the source to the ocean
Far-flung but always at home
So we rise, so we roll, so we merge
In the pulsing repeat of the song
So, smoothly, our courses converge
In what we have been all along.
©Wendy Mulhern
July 15, 2012