New River
author’s note:
“Well, I love that dirty water”
— from “Dirty Water”, by The Standells
NEW RIVER
“Today I surveyed
the new river that recently
cut through our desert town
“and realized the obvious:
it’s just that old river I once swam in
making a sharp turn now
after slamming into a mountain.
“I’m disturbed by its abrupt change—
now, the mix seems even muddier.
Wilder too.
But I know better than to try to talk sense
to river water—
I’ve learned you can never win.
“Nonetheless
I can still protest
refusing to jump back in.”
So I wrote by candlelight last night.
But then as I lay down my pen
I heard the wise one say:
you know that mud bath
will force you to struggle
to find your truth within.
Well okay, wise one, I said
but just look at all that turbulence—
such anger in those waters!
The wise one told me then:
you know how that chaos
will force you to create better balance
as you spin within.
Well okay, wise one, I said
but
I can still find my truth
I can still create balance
if I stay on the bank—
as long I dance
as I move through my day
and meditate at sunset.
And read lots of books
during these long quiet nights—
especially those
that are smarter than I am.
The wise one remained silent then
because now I suddenly felt the truth:
When I first arrived
at this slow dry town
I needed a rest
in order to survive.
But now to live
I must dive
back into that mad river water.
Survival: poetry book
dream steps blog
myth steps blog
you tube channel
© 2024, Michael R. Patton
“Well, I love that dirty water”
— from “Dirty Water”, by The Standells
NEW RIVER
“Today I surveyed
the new river that recently
cut through our desert town
“and realized the obvious:
it’s just that old river I once swam in
making a sharp turn now
after slamming into a mountain.
“I’m disturbed by its abrupt change—
now, the mix seems even muddier.
Wilder too.
But I know better than to try to talk sense
to river water—
I’ve learned you can never win.
“Nonetheless
I can still protest
refusing to jump back in.”
So I wrote by candlelight last night.
But then as I lay down my pen
I heard the wise one say:
you know that mud bath
will force you to struggle
to find your truth within.
Well okay, wise one, I said
but just look at all that turbulence—
such anger in those waters!
The wise one told me then:
you know how that chaos
will force you to create better balance
as you spin within.
Well okay, wise one, I said
but
I can still find my truth
I can still create balance
if I stay on the bank—
as long I dance
as I move through my day
and meditate at sunset.
And read lots of books
during these long quiet nights—
especially those
that are smarter than I am.
The wise one remained silent then
because now I suddenly felt the truth:
When I first arrived
at this slow dry town
I needed a rest
in order to survive.
But now to live
I must dive
back into that mad river water.
Survival: poetry book
dream steps blog
myth steps blog
you tube channel
© 2024, Michael R. Patton
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