Fluid Dynamics
We come to most people an echo
free-falling
until we collide with the hard places
in them, and bounce back--
but I went through you like water
rushed over your precipices
and pooled in your hollows--
was nothing but flowing.
Now I've run your course,
I find you in my currents,
but I wish
that I could hear you
in the shape of my voice
ringing over the peaks.
Sunday, July 6, 2008
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1 comment:
..so loved the last stanza.
You write.. beautifully..
I intend reading everything here.. slowly but surely ..
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