For I Am Water

Tall firs alive with wind
as crows circle in the gray sky
and morning rises.
What strength of root
for those green sails to wave,
their masts held stable in the ground.
I hang on with aging roots,
the soil around me without comfort,
knowing my time may have passed
and I a ghost left above ground.
Cautious of becoming bitter,
acidic to the green world,
I grow quiet, dissolved in silence.
Then like a branch lifted by the wind,
I understand my errors are become
the roots that will hold me,
sorrow the knowing of the river,
how it rises and falls yet moves on.
I remember springs in the mountain cleft,
shining brown rocks where I stepped and fell.
The soft spread of green where creek joined river,
then the mile wide flow toward ocean sound.
There is no stopping, only the slow bending curve,
the high bar of gravel, for I am water
and where the river goes, I go,
onward to the welcoming sea.

 

 

 

photograph by Louis MacKenzie

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Reading of “For I Am Water” with music by R. Carlos Nakai


 


12 Responses to “For I Am Water”

  1. Anthony says:

    This poem is especially relevant to my journey as my time here draws closer with each new year. Thank you beloved poet. Happiness be yours throughout the New Year.

  2. Sandy Brown Jensen says:

    Wow! Extended metaphor—boom! You nailed it! I was able to enter the dream that is the poem and move through it flawlessly with no distractions. So much to love about this poem, but what I loved most was the progression from image to image. You hung an idea or reflection on each without breaking the felt sense of being tree, forest, water.
    This is a wonderful beginning to the New Year!

  3. Maria Frid says:

    “There is no stopping……” thank you, my friend for this perfect utterance! Sending love to you and yours for this new and exciting life cycle!

  4. Thomas says:

    Lovely imagery and a sense of surrender to the march of time and greater plan/purpose

  5. Andrew Shier says:

    Enjoying the art of board surfing, there is nothing quite like that feeling of Flow experienced with the medium of water. Many times I have wiped out, and each time I paddle out again, and again. The Flow is irresistible, and the wipeouts are ever so important as well. Thanks brother.

  6. Hugh says:

    In this new year, a precious gift of fresh water to the rising tide of soul’s purification.

  7. GLORIOUS!!
    Happy New Year, Soul Brother…

  8. Veronica Lim says:

    Happy New Year, Don, and thank you for a multitude of marvelous images to flow through enroute to the great ocean of All Being.

  9. John Connor says:

    I turned 63 this week, and this is my birthday poem, I think.

  10. Tom Figel says:

    Don, thank you for the first of 2023. Don’t worry. You are well-anchored with ageless roots. For one thing, your curiosity ties you to everything past, present and future.

  11. Jean Berman says:

    Thank you for your portrayal of aging and wisdom.

  12. Chris Dalengas says:

    Excellent, Don!! Thanks for these thoughts.

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