The Moments Before
Ferns lean over the bank, waving at
water striders flitting on the deepest pool,
where ripples steady to nothing more
than a glare of sun on the surface.
I squat at the edge, looking upstream
watching the braided current weave
against chiseled rocks pouring
layers over layers in a steady rhythm
toward me, toward the water striders,
its gentle churning mixing with
birdsong and breeze and occasional
rolling thunder from the distance.
A pause amid chaos, peace before
the torrent we all know is coming.
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“the braided current weave”… amazing. Water, source of both calmness and destruction.
It’s beautiful, Amy. Great read.
I really love this! There is nothing like being outdoors before a storm rolls in. The peace, the pause, the anticipation is almost palpable.
That last line, so ominous! And I agree with Angela —it’s beautiful.
That last line was perfect! The rhythm just carried me.
beautiful poem and great line breaks!
“peace before
the torrent we all know is coming.”
So true in so many contexts.
I’m always fascinated with the passage of time in relation to water moving, if that makes sense. I love the way time and water mix in this poem.
Thanks for sharing your nature with us!