Mindful with the River

          “Who can we turn to in our need? Not angels, not humans, and already the knowing           animals are aware that we are not really at home in our interpreted world.”      –Rainer Marie   Rilke, in Duino Elegie

 

 There is solace in remembering

our world is but interpreted

Things are as we see they are

 

At Center Road

the river is a wanderer

she sometimes rolls within her banks

and sometimes oversteps them

In the hospital

I am just a body

scheduled on the table

It slides beneath a tall steel arm

that targets rays through startled flesh

 

But I interpret things my way

and choose to drift free with the river

that flows beneath her silver bridge

 

Sun gleams gold upon my body

Waving reeds caress my breast

My cells remember who they are

My river knows her mind

 

Published in Blue Heron Review

Summer 2017 Healing issue  

https://blueheronreview.com/blue-heron-review-issue-8-summer-2017/