Off the main river
in the back channel
behind cottonwood island,
dark water and dank air;
tracks of raccoon and deer
along a muddy bank,
quiet from the engines.
The slow drift of summer,
fetid with the valley wash,
still a mystery despite its labor,
with rocks as old as time.
Something present in the slough,
behind the softwood leaves,
moving yet not moving,
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.