Thou carriest me to distant clime, to Egypt in my mind.
I’m Cleopatra, naked. In thy folds, I solace find.
Thou art gentle, like sweet Antony. With body splayed, I lie
Upon thee in a valley, and above us is blue sky.
Those times, I come to visit thee with arms outstretched, for peace.
Other times, with steady strokes, I find in thee release.
Thou holdest me though I cut thee, and are soothing like a balm,
How I love to see thee as thou flowest, clear and calm.
At times, thou ragest. On those days, I've no need of thee,
But other times I move within thee, working mightily.
And when my body’s spent, I leave thee for a while
Until I see thee next, and thou wilt be for me, my Nile.
Written by Andrea Dietrich/Sept. 24, 2011
(The answer to this riddle, if you haven't guessed already,
is the title of Francine Robert's current contest!)