Wednesday, September 20, 2006

I am the river






















stretched out
alone
in the dark
of a moonless night

I am
the river
flowing in my bag
between the rocks
of these thin tent walls
my slow breathing
the current flowing
through my body

my river ears listen
to the sounds
beyond my banks
the snake rustling
under the sagebrush
the wind through
the row of black hawthornes
along the creek
the sound of
the moon rising
of the stars singing
through the mesh

breathing like this
I am going
downstream

slipping
into sleep

22 Comments:

Blogger robin andrea said...

In this and the previous post you share such a deep sense of your experience. I hear the rush of water as you sleep and dream.

9/20/2006 8:10 AM  
Blogger Pat Paulk said...

I was right there with you feeling peaceful, and enjoying quiet of the river slipping off into dreamland, til you mentioned the snake...

9/20/2006 8:46 AM  
Anonymous yllstonewolf said...

unspeakably lovely, mb.
it makes me want to go back to the water myself. i have not been the same since returning. there is such a sense of gentle flow in the words and the image...spectacular!

9/20/2006 9:28 AM  
Blogger Dale said...

(o)

9/20/2006 10:24 AM  
Blogger zhoen said...

Oh. Yes. Indeed.

9/20/2006 10:30 AM  
Blogger la vie en rose said...

when we went to colorado in july every night i would lay in the tent, listening to the river, and imagining myself being carried peacefully on it...the best cure for insomnia ever...

9/20/2006 12:07 PM  
Blogger snowsparkle said...

what a vivid description of how to be a river. i love the metaphoric elements you use. i felt a sense of peaceful floating as i read it.

9/20/2006 2:45 PM  
Blogger Pauline said...

big, long, happy sigh

9/20/2006 2:49 PM  
Blogger Mary said...

(o)

9/20/2006 2:49 PM  
Blogger Natalia L. Rudychev said...

Absolutely beautiful! Love the way the images flow.

9/20/2006 3:45 PM  
Blogger floots said...

it's all been said
i loved it
thank you

9/20/2006 9:03 PM  
Blogger Sky said...

this is one of my favorite things you have written here. it speaks softly of acceptance of all there is, of synchronicity, and the peacefulness that flows from it.

9/20/2006 10:59 PM  
Blogger Lori Witzel said...

...but Pat, the snake's the best part! And I want to know what it's been whispering to MB.

(Actually, MB, it's all the best part.)

9/21/2006 4:45 AM  
Blogger MB said...

Robin, thanks!

Pat, sorry! Just promise me you won't get ME with the beebee gun when you go after it, eh?

Anne, thank you. The water has inspired some lovely poems and photographs from you.

Dale, much appreciated.

Zhoen, thank you.

Michelle, there is peace in the flow of water, that's what I was seeking.

Snowsparkle, how to become a river — that's what we're looking for, yes?

Pauline, I'm pleased you enjoyed the poem.

Mary, thank you.

Natalia, thanks for stopping by. I'm glad the images worked for you.

Floots, I beg to disagree — it's never all been said! But I'm very glad you enjoyed it. Thanks.

Sky, thank you very much. The acceptance of all, yes, even the snake!

Lori, glad you saw it that way. What the snake whispered to me... not sure I could translate!

9/21/2006 8:59 AM  
Blogger polona said...

beautiful! i coul feel the river...

9/21/2006 11:54 AM  
Blogger MB said...

Polona, thank you!

9/21/2006 1:17 PM  
Anonymous pohanginapete said...

I love the aural imagery in this. It's something I can identify with very strongly from my own time by rivers, among mountains. Well, except for the snake, of course. None here in Aotearoa.

9/21/2006 5:42 PM  
Blogger MB said...

Pete, thanks for visiting! I never thought that tucking a snake into a poem would provoke such interesting and diverse responses. Your beautiful photos of the rivers and mountains of your home often remind me of those around here, which never stops amazing me.

9/22/2006 8:15 AM  
Blogger Brenda said...

Beautiful... as ever, the interweaving of consciousness and nature, self and river, one.

9/22/2006 9:09 AM  
Blogger mermaid said...

What a beautiful lullaby to sing yourself to sleep!

9/22/2006 1:56 PM  
Blogger chuck said...

Indeed.

You sing the RIVER'S SONG!

YOU SING GOOD!

9/23/2006 12:17 PM  
Blogger MB said...

Brenda, that's the way it felt — immersed!

Mermaid, thank you. It's a beautiful song the river sings.

Chuck, thank you, too!

9/25/2006 9:23 AM  

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