In the Roaring
In the roaring
White pounding cascade
I feel the love
It flows over me, with me, through me
It is me
Wordsworth's "transparent eyeball" *
Like the bare roots of ancient trees that
cover the trail like cobble stones I'm
Integral--I belong
When the bracing water embraces me
I don't shudder--I stroke it gently
Glide out into it's energy
Feel revived, renewed, invigorated
Refreshment not known
Since covid
I'm hers
She wraps me in her bosom
Of snow-melt run-off
And I am warm
Not trudging from
A cup of coffee to an unmade bed
Day after day
I am alive
As wild, and free
Timeless and deep
Young, old, and wise
As she
The city beats
I connect with kindred
In the bars, in the streets
In the faces that I meet
But plunging into this heaven
Swimming out to these rocks
Where she reaches down from above
Massages my back and shoulders
With her strong gentle hands
I feel like I'm her only child
So much love she bestows
Hikers climb down these steep rocks
To see her glorious splendor. They line her banks
But won't brave her icy hug
Won't get in her
And realize
We are her
Conquer and subdue
Post an Instagram selfie for some likes
Have a beer
I hear her in the spray
Spattering the rocks
She's laughing
And I'm laughing, too.
* From "Nature" by Ralph Waldo Emerson
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