I walk the river discovering a new direction where
cutbanks have sloughed off and bending
trees lean with a weary creak
meltwater seeps up, whirlpools suck down and
everything is on the verge of
falling in, falling off, falling apart
like that time on the Kusko
when we had to race around open leads,
roaring on the sagging ice
me holding tight your waist & leaning into
we weaved around downed timber
just on the edge of ice, oh
the water is deep there;
the taste of air and the smell of cold, sucked
my breath away. words .
more words collected to describe
these northern myths with clarity & precision
my river walking is
re-writing the story, again
opening me like a new motherhood, showing clearly
where my lines break/into/
a hopeful and cavernous space to breathe.
*photos: k. devine
0 thoughts on “March River Walk”
Each step of the way is clearly delineated in word and image.
And what words! And what images!
If the walk was as soul-gripping as your poem, it must have been truly inspirational.
No two walks ever the same; nature is always inspirational…
Breathtaking imagery . . .
I love your photographs, poems, and drawings I find here on your blog! What a lovely, refreshing and original site. Thank you for visiting me today, and let's both thank Linda who is a lovely lady; a queen, of sorts, with the written word. I don't blame you for taking your camera everywhere. Capturing images, and writing words, are a necessary form of happiness in this life!
Camera never lets me down; there is something interesting to note everywhere I roam…thank you, Bellezza.
Amazing. I put an excerpt from this on my blog…giving you credit and adding a link to your site. I hope that is ok. If not, let me know and I will take it down..or change it to be acceptable to you. Your site is awesome.
I am Riverwatch