It comes
Nature poetry first published on my Instagram
It’s a pulling, a tugging, a teasing
An invitation, a promise, a plea
There is only a river between us
pebbled riverbed, boulders that hide dips
craters we can fall into
white water rapids that will whisk us away
Come to my side, we ask each other
or let me come to you if it is safe
But the river is between us
so we build a bridge of planks
Yet the water is pulling at our ankles—
it rises above the boards and tugs
it splashes against our knees
Come to my side, the river says
let me take you with me
I can carry you far from here
Close your eyes and fall into my arms
surrender all of your worries
to my rhythmic embrace
Pull, tug, tease
lap, pulse, splash
I look to the water
and I look to you—
the choice is easy
I choose me
I choose us
Our bridge may collapse
and be rebuilt
We will use wood
stone
We will make a dam if we must
But no-
perhaps that was our first problem
We thought the river was between us
We thought it an enemy to overcome
But the river was here before us—
it is a guardian in its own right
I close my eyes and listen to the water
it caresses my ankles
it crashes against my knee
It saw me as something to overcome
but not to conquer
Come with me, the river says
I am on no one’s side
I am belonging to no one
because I am water and I am free
If you will be my companion
you will learn the art of water
You will be on no side
because you belong to yourself first
Humans make sides
and then they foster war
But what it is it you must conquer?
What is it really you would defeat?
Because if you make an enemy
the first thing you fight
is yourself
The first thing you trade
is your real strength
I open my eyes
We share a shore
Did the water carry me to you?
Or was the river an imaginary beast
that kept me far from you?
Behind me I still hear water
-it sings-
There is a rush over pebbles
a roar of rapids
the waterfalls
the gentle lap against the shore
The river is of me
I am of the river
yet neither of us belongs to the other
We belong first to ourselves
Together, we are free
About the Creator
Joanna Celeste
I love to cook, dance, sing, clean, study, invent, color and write. I am enamored with the magic of the every day things, the simple things, and the discovery of new things in areas I had thought I knew. Life is a fantastic breeding ground.
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