Poetry: River Ink

River Ink
Went to the river looking for a poem
I found my familiar trail
Winding woods that hug the bank
Whatcom Creek in August
Bushes high and
Full of berries,
Birds and spiders webs.
Grass sways underwater
Moving in sync with the river
Is this what peace looks like,
Melted into movement
Tree branch dips over the drink
Desiring more of plenty
Is water from the root not good enough
Do you cool your leaves in the noon sun
Down by the edge there’s a place to sit
Two dead trees have slumped across
I dip a stick into the stream
Like pen into ink
To write my name on the sun bleached wood
The sun grabs my letters
Throws them in the air
Birds ride the upward current
Did I just disappear

PAD: Playing with Sunlight

Happy 11-11-11!!
Writers Digest November “Poem A Day” challenge-  Day 11
Swimming in sunlight
thick with sounds:
voices, conversations
opinions, attitudes
Shadows stretch long
point west toward me
My soul strokes east
propelling this fish forward
What river have I fallen into?
Ocean, to river, to stream
following the scent of home
Where is my birthplace?
I say I was born
in the sunbeam itself
not the shadow
although conceived there
Baby’s first sense is smell
when it begins to breathe air
New sense turns on
when sunlight strokes the face
…the smell of home imprinting on the mind.
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