Wednesday, October 27, 2021

Flow

It flows
over highways
dripping down
lamp-posts
through gutters,
pounding
storm drains,
filling
narrow lanes,
past dark houses,
past high-tension
wires, driving
through
constraining fence,
unfettered
it fills
the green hills
and rolls
through folding slough, past
low bridge and causeway,
ever lower
down to Suisun Bay,
unstoppable
like a swimmer’s blood
pulsing through throbbing vein,
reaching for Gate of Gold
to break free,
to become
one with
One.

(19 April 2011)

4 comments:

  1. Whew, becoming one seems a watery deal, a birth canal overflowing. Interesting that to become One, one must break free.

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  2. Very like what we had here yesterday! :)

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  3. Excellent Steven love the way this poem moves and I get the sense of birth as well

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  4. Rolled me right out to sea... :-)
    ZQ

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