The River
Sunday, June 14th, 2009Standing by the water
The future seems a distant vision
Now that we are not overcome by emotion.
Lost in laughter
We are connected to the beauty
Like thick moss clings to the trees
On the rocks, water washes over our feet
Alive in the cool stream
The sun is warm on our fair skin,
Your son oohs and ahs to get
Over that log or into that dress,
This is for love without regret
Your hair is a mess,
That’s how it looks best
While you’re holding his hand
Your body moves without rest,
So we are blessed to share this land
This earth this breath, the heartbeat
Eternal here in this moment our chests
Pressed together without retreat—
The flow of energy grows
Between us here in this gorge
Where boulders stacked centuries ago
Hold the agua where our souls merge,
Me of many races mixing
Here with Italiano and Mexicano,
The stream brings our hearts racing
Through the sound flowing bravo
As our love learns to swim,
The young one falls in and screams
But you pick him up and laugh with him
Naked laughing in the light of dreams;
He grins from ear to ear
Showing his new teeth
Excited by feelings of fear
Safe in your arms of belief,
He explores the new world’s order
Understanding the depths of relief
We experience in the cool brook
Rushing past our feet as we exchange a look.