for Nils . . .
Whoever looks on this
Loses himself in eternity
Li Po, "On A Picture Screen"
Come after spring rains, when the shallow stream
Fills and flows, rising and tumbling, at first
Cloudy and after several sunny days then cold
And clear, finding its voice again after winter's
Stillness, passing over now and not around
The stepping stones, straightening the bend,
Shore shadows giving way to shimmers of light.
Follow the ridge and ledge of the steep cut bank
Where it declines to the cottonwoods beginning
To leaf, across the bank of small smooth stones
To the edge of the water, kneel and gather it
Into your cupped hands, and simply drink,
Knowing one more time, as I do after all these years
Of my comings and goings, the long lost years
And these late found days, how everything begins
Again, in this moment and this place. In you.
Poetry by countryfog
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Written on 2015-03-24 at 14:45
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