At first, it’s not much of a river

             for Remy

This morning begins silently with little light –

like a river at its mountain source,

just a pool of water flowing downhill –

gathering its kind in increasing potential energy.

A raindrop, seed, a newborn in spring.

 

newborn

 


The title of this poem is an aphorism by William Stafford.  more info

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