A Conversation About Her
The river speaks in muted
tones.
I hear her intimating that I relinquish
as does she.
To move on
across the riffles and scapes
she vacated
to which I cling.
The many voices
called from rock and sand
suggest less turbulence to
forge beyond this familiarity.
It appears to have become
our mutual understanding
during such visits
that I listen politely
while simultaneously
anchoring to those
moments which, if left go,
will decidedly
recede beyond the bend.
K. Carter