Flowing together, two streams of water
Into one river: one a rush down through rocks
The other a glide between level banks.
Where they meet there is a line
Across the surface of the water where
The glide and the rush run together
For a space, then spread into each other
And flow on around an eyot, as if
Still separate for a time, but not so;
The onward flow then is wider, deeper,
And with one purpose between rocky banks
Hurrying forward excited, for a while until
Winding, in a relaxed meander, across the valley floor.
The dynamic confluence of two seemingly different waters, gliding and rushing alongside each other and then suddenly as one indistinguishable water, is inspiring..
ReplyDeleteI am not sure I could have understood or imagined this event occuring had I been at the actual site itself, watching from the rocky banks with my own eyes. Your re-presentation of the confluence of two streams merges, as it were, the common sense of nature with the imagination of nature.
Dichotomous polemics, which stand on their respective hills jockeying for a seat of leadership marked by sheer self-righteousness, would be wise to read nature as you have read it, and as I am now reading it.
(As you can tell, I really needed this poem; thank you.)
Thank you for your informed comment.
ReplyDeleteGlad you liked the poem!