There Is A River

There is a constant rushing stream of fresh water

whose ageless stillness is the mother to its steady movement,

embracing all other sound in its own.

As from a choir holding one note drawing myriad overtones,

a bather could be bathed or overwhelmed in the pulse of that current;

one river, many strokes of water, every moment the same and changing.

I can sit on either bank, straddle or wade or walk away;

I can howl at it, laugh or weep, ignore it, curse it or write odes;

there can be no stopping its force, its voice is always with me.

If it were to dry up, if its harsh sweet water were to quit –

if this river gave itself up to the 'dammed', my life would go with it.

This river is simply my love for Levi.