Andy Guibord

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…