Off the main river
in the back channel
behind cottonwood island
with dark water and dank air,
tracks of raccoon and deer
along a muddy bank
in filtered light
quiet from the engines,
the slow drift of summer
fetid with the valley wash,
still a mystery despite its labor,
tires and debris along the bottom
with rocks as old as time,
something present in the slough
behind the softwood leaves,
moving yet not moving,
no track upon the sand
beneath the movement being,
still beneath the shallows.
I’m with ya, Bro…
Something present, moving, being. Essences of patience required now. No demands for change, no promises made. Readiness prepared in stillness. Courage internalized, strengthened. Honoring the moment when mystery is no more.
Montana slough, my slough
Long ago I had to bid adieu
It seemed a pain at the start
But, really….we’re not apart.
I want to move there where ever there is; so peaceful, so tranquil, so beautiful, so much a part of the divine!!! :)))) Awwwww!!!
I really like this one, and I don’t know why, which makes it even better!
Beautiful use of images and words – I can even smell this place you’re
describing. It also reminds me of the human experience but without
judgement, just your presence as a witness.