Andy Guibord
Carmichael, CA, U.S.A.
cool, swift, this water
rushing seaward, flowing,
clear, splits to whirl around my legs
and passes me by…
this water, cloud tears, streaming,
gently rocking my ballance ,
accepts this ephemeral imposition -
my subtle shift of weight, both feet planted.
I, clinging to smooth cobbled bottom,
claws of my studded sole griping,
seek the stoney imperfections…
nymph-like, gills flaring, filtering,
my lungs expanding, ribs contracting,
my being absorbs all this passing -
i am mesmerized with a salty longing ,
am lullabied on the long
sinuous finger of a mountain’s melting…