I brought my my courage with me this time,
Like an old frightened friend, I dragged it along with me
Down to the river.
And there, I heaved it into the muddying water,
but since it was made entirely of tears
It did not drown.
Courage
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Sometimes you have to swim against the current
To get to where you are supposed to be.
Carry yourself
If you can carry yourself
With the weight of your entire soul
Upon your shoulders,
You can wade through
Even the deepest river
Crossing your path;
Dry-shoed and warm
Without sacrificing a single layer
To the river wild.
The River beneath the River
An artist is someone who can touch
The invisible River that flows beneath
the River everyone else can see.
The White-veined River Runs
The white-veined river runs
Through ancient stems and
Black-breasted roots,
Webbing through our planet
Like frothy falls spinning lives
From autumn rain, and spitting leaves
Into black lakes.
It stops neither here nor there,
Mapping givers and takers
And leaving debris from storms
In its wake.
It has no destination other than itself,
And does not mind the eroding of mountains,
Or the taking of careless lives.
It leaves little for space and time,
And plunges happily back
To its own beginning after lapping
A life-time on its origin.
In your aftermath…
You are the river
Running thought me
Comforting, unabashed today…
But tomorrow…
Flooding me with your
Boastful aggression.
Still, the battered banks
Of my youth
Continue to hold you,
Growing Wildly lush
In your aftermath.
