Water Spirits
Sifting through time in forested mountains
As beauty of movement in water chases gravity
Echoes ring in a rush, over and around rocks
Raining rhythm on riverside deadheads
Rolling, splashing and drumming pockets of air
I’ve come to appreciate the sound of rivers that talk
Speaking in the tongue of ancients
Of Indians, pioneers, early settlers and nomads alike
Lives lived and long passed, here
Beneath the soil where once was home
Now, singing as spirits in the current of waves
Alone in the forest, listening to the flow of nature
I hear their voices and it sounds heavenly
© 2023 Phil Perkins
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