I consider rivers

i consider rivers s

Interiors are slowly
folding in—where do they go?–
invisibly departing
with each new exhalation
of air, to be reflected
in the afternoon sun, held
light on the wing of a bird,

to travel with the rivers,
following liquid paths that
enjoin our lost ways to sing,
reaching beyond the other
side, to become vast, unmapped,
unlocated everywhere–
to be cast out, opening–

What is it we seek?–the stuff
that accumulates, broken,
unrepairable, layered
over landscapes unable
to breathe? or will we become
unclenched, holding nothing but
earth wrapped up in endless sky?

I consider rivers close up s

Frank at dVerse challenged us to write a 7 line poem with a positive feeling.  I’m not sure this exactly meets the positive bar, but it’s headed more that way than a lot of what I’ve recently written.  I also used 7 syllables in each line, which I seem to remember as a form I saw somewhere, although I can’t remember where.

This is also my offering, off prompt, for NaPoWriMo.  Art inspired by Diebenkorn.