Poem: Wind and Water

I stood among the silent crowd
Of boulders and Cottonwoods
At dusk, between luminous walls
Of stone in Zion’s canyon.
Unexpectedly you came, fresh
Like ocean rain at dawn.
For a moment I tried to hold you
Tight as sand in the smallness
Of my hand, but I could feel you
Weeping through my fingers.

The warm wind will carry you up
Invisible from the dust at my feet
To sing among the jade leaves
Dancing high beyond my reach.
And I will have to be content to wait
For your choruses of wind and water
To send me the cool rushing stream,
To roll the rough stones and wear them
Until they are smooth.


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