The sailboat waited for the wind,
for the tide to rise, and the clouds
waited for the sun, while the trees waited
for rain. The river waited for the moon
to tell its tidal tales, and the fish waited
for the river to flow their days. And it was
quiet, and still, and I was waiting, too.
I was counting tides on the sailboat,
waiting for you.
torrent churns
(through) green, blue,
lashing upon itself,
reflecting (me) invisible
flow stop crash turn twist
journey ~ day and night,
(lost) shadows, white water
secrets, sun (behind), and
(always) the pull of the
(drowning) water. (shadow
me)
Solitary in Moab, by the Colorado River
Red silt water flows Gray rocks smoothed by rivers churn Birds and water sing
Talking to the Clouds 