Contemplative Recreation

Flowing Water

running, rushing
always in a hurry, over
stones, around boulders,
punctuating the riverbed—
grace notes etched in memory.

Vowels and consonants
swaying, dancing,
constantly caressing,
sweet melodies
and words of praise,
never ceasing
to enchant and delight
in wonder and in bliss.

Breathing, beating heart
while casting
to river rhythms and rhymes
alive in the moment
eager to join trout or bass,
always singing
in a chorus of joy,
variations on a theme
around the next bend—
ever-onward in remembered song.

Rob on the Grand
Photo by Chris Pibus

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