Running Water

July 12, 2013 at 1:47 pm (Dani Clark, Poetry)

Running water

foams and moves

foams and moves

lichen green reflecting itself

everywhere

an infinity of life systems

unconsciously willful:

It’s another year.

I see us here pulsing with the green

we tease and talk forthrightly

about the theology of redemption

and its sneaky way

of embedding itself inside a conscience.

The tentacles of guilt

even have suction cups on them.

Our hearts burn.

But no, it’s cloudy, and I am alone

overlooking rushing water,

fixated on a glistening brown branch

caught between two boulders

The water dances, but the branch

stays stuck

the joy of all that movement,

futile.

– Dani Clark

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