November 19, 2017Poem
I was a river
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I was a river
Swift was my flow
Turbulent were the shallows
Fast and furious
The underlying current
Tumbling over rocks
Undermining
Granite outcrops
In endless pursuit
Of majesty
A relentless progression
Etched into
The earth
A cataract of kinetic energy
In a blind
Of environmental
Interaction
Fiercely fine
A force-majeure
A natural phenomenon
Irrepressible
Unstoppable
Too big to ignore
Curbed, corralled
Dammed
I am a reservoir
Of old stories
Whispered in the trees
Carried to the sea
In the genes of Salmon
They will never forget
The way home
Even though it
Be that much harder
To follow
The river is dry
The bed newly laid
As a precinct
With an aqueduct
For runoff
I was a river
All I am now
Is a drain.