R*i*s*e*r

who cannot sit against the bank of any river and not feel humbled
we are helpless in a current great
we are infants swimming
in the humblest beginnings

Never Tame
our wild creation

how I love my rivers
sitting quiet
near their waters
clear
muddy
tannin stained from the
great bowl of swamp and meadow
redwing cry

I have come to remember your writing
your notations

bathe in the history of Clinique

I still have my Siouxsie Sioux cd
out of all it remains
I listen to it
every
night

waiting
for
every
dream

and
when I walk alone
to the edges
of the dark
waters
in the woods
to wait for dusk

I dream

Thank You Ida!