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.