Sunday, 28 of August of 2016

Jean Varda – River

I am tiny fragments of light
on your glistening surface
I am moist smell
smoothness of rock
I am the few remaining salmon
unslaughtered and free
their gills opening and closing
with living breath
their cold transparent skin
I am the willows
bending and bowing
dipping their feathery branches
their roots drinking deeply
from muddy soil
I am the deer that come at dawn
and dip their silken muzzles
drinking deeply of your cold fresh water
I am the moon whose long milky trail
swirls in your black current
I am the first wild flowers
tiny and delicate
the blue gray shadows where their
petals meet

Jean Varda
September-October 2008 Earth First!


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