Wednesday, December 19, 2007

The poetry of fluvial geomorphology

Rivers have a life cycle, from small freshet to vigorous stream to powerful torrent to meandering river. There is a metaphor in there somewhere. A riffle in a mature river hints at past energy while signifying the relentless levelling of the landscape.

Herewith, some thoughts on said riffle:

Riffle
murmurs,
a hint of turbulence.
A river's whole life,
condensed.

I have a past,
leaping
falling,
eroding to today.

Let me not turn placid,
smooth
worn,
weedy.

I do not mourn the waterfall years,
times of deadly rapids
but Lord save me
from becoming a fly-buzzing
stagnant
backwater.

Between past and maybe,
a riffle
not yet silenced.


[Halfwise] 2006

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