Cleansing

The quiet pouring of water
over the cliff simply float-falling cascading freely
soaring my boy is drawn
like a magnet to the waters opening
his mouth hoping to taste the abundant freshness
unaware his boots are filling
much more rapidly than his mouth the enjoyment
it is worth the wet socks I guess
and the flow of the river continues
beneath me and pouring water above
this connection quickly leads me
into my heart where I can softly cleanse
its darkened bits and bring them back to life
easing myself within this being
clean once again

2 comments

  1. I was so struck by “…into my heart where I can softly cleanse its darkened bits and bring them back to life…” because it says so clearly and perfectly what I have often felt in the presence of rushing water. You captured a bit of experience I had never verbalized for myself with this poem and photograph, Carrie. Thank you.

    1. Lovely to hear from you, Janet. I’m glad you share my sentiments and felt the feelings I was while in the presence of rushing water. It is a powerful thing to have such a deep connection to something so wondrously natural. I’m thankful to know we share this too!

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