The water may rise sharply
When I let the river answer…
I guess the Garonne would choose Darrell Scott’s voice and sing,
I got this feelin this won’t be the same
—if I could get that bastard to answer.
I tried to crouch over the bank and dunk my head to my ears.
I tried to cup the river like a first communion.
I tried to rinse off deodorant & old sex,
but only heard the frogs chirping like dolphins.
A pilgrim stopped and asked, Que-ce que vous-faites îci?
(What are you doing here?)
Ecrire… poetry
, I said.
Comprend pas.
(I don’t understand.)
Vous chantez?
(You’re singing?)
To get the river to speak, I had to sing:
She’s been sleepin it off,
but some day she’ll come to
and it told me:
You’re both made of water, which may rise sharply at any time.
After the flood, life will teem from every crevice.
So drink.
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Date created | 14 May 2014 |
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Date modified | 29 Mar 2021 |
Manuscript | The Great Permission |
Journal | One Trick Pony Review (Oct 2014) |