Poetics Poem, Red River Gorge, Ky

Poetics Poem, Red River Gorge, KY I traipse the course of a forking, rambling stream Barefoot from the rounded top of one small boulder To another, the slashing strikes of cold water Startling my every careful leap, place to place, Landing with deep, short gasps, yet wordless In an utter joy of intense sensation over sun-sprinkled Spots so bright against the deep gray hollow splotches of Drenched stone. The stream does not trickle Along this gorge, but roars the air and throws Its echoing roundabout the cliffs like a newborn Learning its scream forth from being Buried for years beneath massive storeys on up to Greater views. But, the stream continues its carving around The hillside. And the newly-born cries will Find the voices of self-expression with each gasping Leap from boulders to cliffs, climbing in a wrapabout The gorge’s hidden, grand lowlands and rising Of its own ineffable poetry so fully held within the birthing Of Nature herself, all that which carries Of language as spoken In the heart of God. **********. **********. **********. ********** (C) sally Young eslinger 10/9/2020