cool, swift, this water
rushing seaward, flowing,
clear, splits to whirl around my legs
and passes me by…
this water, cloud tears, streaming,
gently rocking my ballance ,
accepts this ephemeral imposition –
my subtle shift of weight, both feet planted.
I, clinging to smooth cobbled bottom,
claws of my studded sole griping,
seek the stoney imperfections…
nymph-like, gills flaring, filtering,
my lungs expanding, ribs contracting,
my being absorbs all this passing –
i am mesmerized with a salty longing ,
am lullabied on the long
sinuous finger of a mountain’s melting…
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