Saturday, March 20, 2010


The river  
swallows my tears 
in one great gulp
the silhouette lump 
of it
travels lazy 
down his throat 
releasing me
nourishing him

I choose this 
alchemy of grace 
to change my ache
to sustenance 
a gift offered to dream seeing
fields below
ripe with fruit harvest 
growing green and sturdy
by pain

Once again
this river alchemist 
changes what was 
to what is and will be
licks a wound
quenches thirst 
mine and his
soaking dark ground 
with our tears 
rain making a
new crop
greening up
leafing out
soon to sprout 
new life


Anonymous said...

from tears to new life . . . what a world we live in. :)

Susan Deborah said...

Hope is everything . . .

Joy and love,

Anonymous said...

beautiful renewing

S. Etole said...

living water in that river ...

Maureen said...

This is lovely, Kathleen. I'm reading it after a long day out in the countryside, tooling back roads of Virginia. It offers a nice bit of respite, a welcoming home.

Kathleen said...

Thank you Nancy, Susan, Maureen, and Erin. Nice to meet you, Susan Deborah.

Marcus Goodyear said...

The personification in this poem is really powerful--from the river's throat to the river alchemist in the final stanza.

I agree with nAncY that this is a poem of "beautiful renewal."