Thick and frantic rapids
moved us to believe
that the natural law is sensual.
We walked to islands of
greeny coverage, placed our
hands together and eyed the
We watched the rocks
with their majestic edges and strange white
colours as the water cupped them in its
thin transparent palms, promising to awaken
a memory of primal wonder.
The gulls speckled the cliffs as the
red-winged bird remembered its song.
We stood and stared at the heavy
waters falling, and in its thunderous
movement, we joined – contained
by our true love.
Copyright © 2000 by Allison Grayhurst
Published in “Eskimo Pie” May 2017
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