I grew up in this town, my poetry was born between the hill and the river, it took its voice from the rain, and like the timber, it steeped itself in the forests.
~ Pablo Neruda
Congaree
Have you also learned that secret from the river; that there is no such thing as time?" That the river is everywhere at the same time, at the source and at the mouth, at the waterfall, at the ferry, at the current, in the ocean and in the mountains, everywhere and that the present only exists for it, not the shadow of the past nor the shadow of the future.
~ Herman Hesse, Siddhartha
Jones Gap
My breath before me
A hat upon my head
In absolute stillness
I hear the katydid sing
So close I can hear the massage of their wings
Before his music fills the air
Of the night.
I climb giant rocks
To better look out over the river
Gazing into the wandering waters
The stories it's molecules can tell..
Without from whence it came
It would have no where to go.
In the darkness of the new moon
The wolf moon
I have heard the Owls song
And the coyotes howl.
I wonder over all of it.
How did they come to also be in this time?
In this place?
Flow
Bear country
