barely breaking the waters tension
she floats between earth and sky
reflecting on the waters meaning
and the passage of time
fossilized in stone
and etched in wings of dragonflies
where will the rivers take her
coursing at the speed of her heartbeat
its one and the same
drift and flow
years and rainfall
swelling of days
and overflowing the banks of memory
time is not linear
rapid and slow
with enough tension
in the waters body
to make her way to the sea
To image of the river is to be part of something much bigger.. to be connected… beautiful indeed.
This is so dreamlike–I love the imagery so “drenched” in nature.
nice…was playing in the creek last night…which will surely find a river….find the sea…eventually…but the path it takes to get there will be different than the next…as different as each of us….
This is a beautiful poem! 🙂