inside the heart
is a river bank full
and a boat
with no oars
no map
Posts Tagged ‘river’
One Wild Ride
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged boat, heart, love, poem, poetry, river on April 26, 2019| Leave a Comment »
The Hardest Steps We Take
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged invertebrates, love, poem, poetry, river on February 1, 2019| 2 Comments »
Beneath wide bands of ice,
the river hides, barely visible,
but when we come closer,
we can hear how alive it is,
playful as ever, babbling, rippling.
And somewhere in and around the water,
the stonefly larva keep moving,
the midges produce their own antifreeze,
the damselfly eggs diapause,
all of them adept at surviving the cold.
There are times I have wondered
how love survives, even when
we starve it, freeze it, offer it nothing,
turn our attention the other way.
Perhaps it adapts, as macroinvertebrates do.
Or perhaps it is more like the river itself,
persistent, singing as it goes, making its own path,
and all we ever need do is meet it.
One Marriage
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged canyon, change, love, poem, poetry, river on November 15, 2018| Leave a Comment »
ever conversing
the canyon and river—
one carves,
one contains,
one sings,
one resonates,
summer, winter,
sun, rain,
both endure
both change
One Down by the River
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged poem, poetry, river, stone, thoughts, transformation on March 25, 2018| Leave a Comment »
the rocks move
more than we think they do—
after the ice floes,
the mudslides, high water in spring
take note, you stone-like thoughts
One in Winter
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged cold, heart, poem, poetry, river on December 9, 2017| Leave a Comment »
when cold enough
the river becomes its own obstacle—
oh heart, stay warm, stay warm
One Togetherness
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged creativity, love, poem, poetry, river on April 20, 2017| 4 Comments »
Perspective
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged journey, love, poem, poetry, river on March 18, 2017| Leave a Comment »
I’ve got a wide, a wide river to cross.
—“Wide River to Cross” by Julie Miller, Steven P. Miller
Perhaps when the river
we must cross is so wide
and the journey
to just to get to the river is so long
that our legs and arms are weary
before we even reach the shore,
perhaps that is when
it helps to remember
that the heart is infinite
in how much it can love,
and dang if that journey
across the river
doesn’t seem all that far
after all and the body
shudders and trembles
finds a way to take
one more step, and
one more step.
Two Marvelings
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged allowing, gratitude, love, moon, poem, poetry, river on April 21, 2016| 2 Comments »
just another full moon rise—
is it any wonder
I can’t stop bowing?
*
how, I said,
to the river bed
do you make
of yourself a home?
I let the flow shape me,
the river bed said—
flood, current,
shimmer, stone
Five Currents
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged ice, personal growth, poem, poetry, river on January 28, 2016| 6 Comments »
choked with ice
the river impedes itself—
I catch myself
thinking
it is beautiful
*
why dream
of unrestricted days
says the part of me
that stands
in my way
*
love, let us
be naked together—
how did we ever
get fooled that we
are not enough?
*
dark current
its edges invisible—
just because
we can’t see the path
doesn’t mean it isn’t there
*
a lifetime,
not long enough
to watch the river move across itself
and still this moment
holds everything
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