Whether flowing or in drought
stretched
long and thin as an arrow
horizontal
in the cool
Gentle and soft as the waving seaweed
Strong and watchful as a drinking hawk
Clear as light
or riled up with rain
Easy and smooth, like the yellow petals
sailing past
and destructive as a flood
The millions of stones
and their billions of colors…
marks…lines…time…experience
don’t amount to the small one
in her green river

The held spear
can’t hurt a soul

December 26, 2023