3/28/2010

A Friend of Mine

Sorted stacks of rocks and boulders
Bars and beaches migrating in season
Jasper water pulls and pushes
Capped with white and riffles
Stillness, too
Dark and silent
Smooth as glass narrowing then wider
Bowing and bending, powerful, strong
Terrible
Peaceful
Wonderfully longing to go home
Smell the air
Breathe you in
Then let go
So long
Old friend

1 comment:

  1. I wondered who the "old friend" was/is, and sensed emotion deep inside, and felt like I've been there more than once.

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