River Poem

THE RIVER

the river to me will always mean freedom
a selfless gift the earth shares to travel

the wild, perfect places where life connects
where we can feel the rhythm of ages

its energy spills into the scent of an evening breeze
and it creeps into your bones. And we want more.

To feel the ground pulse
to hear the river sing

Strip me down to the beauty
immerse me in sunlight

the eagles screams are holy and the orchestra of crickets bliss
the water slides by easily and consoles

it’s not intimidating and it doesn’t judge
the river is truth and hope and love

all that is wildly beautiful and
all that is perfectly serene

the release that comes is basic and real
the element is pure and complex

out there my blood runs warm and
murmurs secrets that feel like home

Free to me is the peace of my soul
the sound of my heart

We can’t give it to each other but we show each other the way
for that is the only way to be free.

Amy Tonsmeire