Nature

I did not leave her because of something she did nor for anything she did not do. I do not know why I left. It has not become clear to me, even now. Perhaps I will never understand when my heart went away, how it shutdown, why it caved in. We had wonderful times? Yes. Regrets? No. Memories? Always. Fresh Spring rains, blazing Summer sun; leaves turn slowly in a comforting Autumn then, Winter freezes everything that was. So, too, my love, I suppose, were we. Some things cannot

I went down to the river’s edge to pick some flowers, to fill my head with leisure thoughts and find a way that forget-me-nots would live up to their name. And there I found a hollow log and dragonflies and a croaking frog and, yes, delightful thoughts that loosed my mind from blame. There, I relaxed in the rushes, there in the blades of grass and reeds, I lost myself and found myself and everything that I need. All at once, I found it there, all at once my way was clear; the

for Jeff Blanc (and his crew) The river’s strong current pulls me, engulfs me, corrals me towards the Narrows. I hear the thunder in the gorge, I feel the surge. I know what anger and beauty and power is around the corner of the granite sentinels. Luring. Teasing. Intriguing. Bring it on. I accept your rules. Cruel, one-sided, pompous. Today, you abdicate and I dictate my reign. I’m slammed against the canyon walls. I challenge all. The rapids mock me. The rocks block me but