We Have Rocks Like That In Our River


STONES IN THE NACHES RIVER

Restlessness of the eternal
won’t be found in these stones.
This is the way to Nina Simone’s soul,
native in ancient waters. Move
with what’s pure and quiet.
Whitman says the days are gods.

All you can count on with your fingers
is here. While folding this morning
into riverbed, the prayer
for unseen practice turns over
with a stone. Here is the word
in bread. It’s all a swim in the pool,
a rock in river time. Stories
all give up their color
in river sounds, and what's far
in my friend’s poems
circle in the eddy.
We’re gleaning now,
entering what's dark and wet
anyway we can,
our daily way
and prayer for practice.

Jim Bodeen
30 September 2013





















A DAY ON THE NACHES WITH KAREN IN THE RAIN

All the rocks rise up
from the river
dressed in rain

If they weren’t greeting us
they were putting new color
into Karen’s scarf

Jim Bodeen

27 September 2013


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