Lardeau River

Written at Grizzly Bear Ranch in the Canadian Rockies, where my nephew hangs out, this poem links with painting 38 of the same title under 'Ball on a River' in Buy Prints Online

Relentless in your headlong rush

down snow-melt fir and bear-lapped creek,

you come stampeding through the night,

abusing sleep, usurping space

for thought, grabbing at nothing but

your self’s own elemental self.

I can’t read your rhythms or tell

your separate notes apart, yet

somewhere in my sentimental

soul your agony cry resounds

with the same old, same-old question:

Does fear or desire drive us on?

No answer comes above the roar

of your brute phenomenal force.

            

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