Headwaters
they are there
to tell us
that something bigger
than ourselves
is coming
up ahead
or around
some
oxbow bend
that awaits
downstream,
then only
to drop
over
unexpected falls.
or maybe it will
be just
the fast water
massaging the rocks
smoothed full
with moss
and time.
but the lessons
always
left best
in the guessing.
whatever is
to come,
this river,
this fast water
has earned
the right
to survive,
to re- write
its life
again
and again,
to choose
to tell
it’s future
in any way
that it wills.
Impatience
I want to be first
to plant my spring garden.
But each spade hole of dirt
fills full of mud and water.
In the tree a blue jay laughs.

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