The Passaic River is
on its journey to the sea by
in Paterson, New Jersey
that inspire poets,
lovers and photographers.
My screen shows
a couple on the bridge
we all pause
a moment –
I allow the water
to move them
ever so slightly,
then take the picture.
Drawn to falls like lovers and suicides,
staring at the deep beauty and power,
being pulled in, carried to the edge –
a leap, flight, immersion, freedom from self,
becoming a part of the falls itself.
read their poems about the Passaic River
and the Paterson Great Falls, both nearby,
I wandered off by myself to the falls.
The mystical moist air was real, not poetic.
Visitors in perfect silence breathing the rainbow.
Inspired by the poems from The Great Falls poetry anthology,
Walt Whitman’s “When I heard the Learn’d Astronomer”
and the Paterson Great Falls in New Jersey.