Dip your hand into the river forever change its course. The rain that would not come is falling now. The world is different. People float always at the edge of the crowd, the shifting crowd with its mutable edge, its protean center of gravity. You can ride its current like a dolphin like a shark like Calypso like a whale, crest its bank like a flood like a tide like a wave like a tsunami. Listen to the current the ferocious grind of water on water.
11 Friday Oct 2013
Winding Stream Press said:
Love this poem. High five. The rhythm, lines, words flow like the river. Hand changing current – yes! Surprising ways to ride current. Satisfying end.
I wish I had kept a notebook of all the words I had to Google as I read your poems. I know I could have produced several blog posts from it.
tending or able to change frequently or easily.