Rivers In Flood
Rivers In Flood
Sprung from headwaters, source hidden in the past or sometimes present,
Starting small,
To begin the journey downstream to where it may go.
Restless, searching, agitated.
As it sweeps along, building in force, and speed and fullness.
Multiple currents,
Deep, silent burdens brought up from the depths- old, ancient.
They carry old history as they gather strength and density
From the things that they carry –
Skeleton trees, rocks, detritus.
The upper current layers
Foam with explosive plume and mists,
Which sometimes obscure the river bed and its jagged rocks
With the wild cacophony of movement.
The force of history, past and present.
The face of rage which carries with it.
Things never changed, never resolved, never acknowledged,
The Rivers in Flood tonight carrying rage.
D Holmes 9/8/2020
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