Through a break in the trees -

Through a break in the trees -

   Flows a tawny river -

Sanding the rock endlessly

   As a peerless carver.

The jungle is not seen

   In the murky water's face;

The sky does not skim upon

   Its delicate countenance.

It refuses the trees' approach;

   The rushing seeks to replace

Tribulations for peace -

   Skipping them away.

Its waters fill my mind;

   I remember Zongo Falls

As an obscure haven

   For which my heart longs.

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

"Tawny" is such a great poetic word.
Water can be such a mirror...murky water doesn't show truth, or maybe the truth we want it to.
You do a great job of blending nature with philosophy in your poems.
Really glad I found your page, Amy,
j.