I want to feel its soul, the sluice
of moisture, rapid movement from each
elevation, beginning with the highest
until it gathers in one moist cup
a turmoil of air and oxygen, a place
fit for denizens who come to share space
their fins exultant in their seeking
the roiling within molecules,
expecting others to join them
downstream and more --
over boulders, beside banks
shaving through a parade of soil, stones
and debris captured
from last nights storm
limbs that once held birds, splashing
noisily before winking dusk
end of another forest-day.
The streamâs downward plunge reaches
a plateau of peace, content to rest
in the valley, knowing it is sustenance
for deer and others.
Â Richard L. Provencher
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