River
by Elise Stuart
She loves
all—
the birds,
who dip in to catch their food, and sing to her,
the insects
and lizards, who scurry on her banks,
the fish
who swim within her,
and the
humans,
with their
conflicts and desires.
She is a
mirror to many who walk beside her.
They see
who they're afraid to be, who they wish to be,
sometimes,
who they really are.
Truths they
utter fall silently into the river,
making an
arc of ripples throughout.
Lies fall,
like heavy stones, to the bottom,
to bury
themselves in mud,
the silky
water always moving through anything
that tries
to hold it.
She can
take the wounded ones,
who hold
their heads in their hands, looking down,
even the
sad ones, who lie face-down.
She turns
them gently, lifting their faces toward the sun again.
Later― when they walk into her waters,
she holds
them, awakens them with cold eddies,
kisses them
with small warm pools.
Her grace
extends towards them eternally.
Sometimes
drought comes, dries her up,
yet she
gives all she has.
The river
will run―
moving underground
if it must,
appearing
parched and dry, but still alive.
She knows
how to forgive any hurtful thing,
any act of
violence.
The
continuing flow― her answer.
* * * * *
Elise Stuart moved to Silver City, New Mexico in 2005.
She came to know the desert as a place where small yellow flowers grow in
arroyos, fed by underground streams, where shallow rivers and occasional rains
nourish every living thing. In the stark beauty of the desert landscape, she
found her home. When she became Poet Laureate of Silver City in 2014, she
envisioned giving young people a way to express themselves, so developed and facilitated
numerous poetry workshops throughout Grant County. Students wrote their poems
on muslin "poem flags," which are currently displayed throughout the
community. Elise Stuart is the author of Another
Door Calls.
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