River Poem I

 

If water smoothes rocks

and rocks build the bed

than rivers are a maze

tracing farther than the sea.

 

Wise, as in not yet needing

to show me her strength

Immovable—except only on her accord.

 

Painted sky

Moving body,

sculpts it’s surroundings.

Trees entice them to

dance among leafy promenades

and pockets of life

exposing her glimmer long enough

to leave you wondering

what makes a newborn turtle

venture into the sea infinitely larger

than itself.

 

What makes one hang a rope from a tree

over water—a noose

or is it a swing?

Today, I can’t tell.