The river is the Kaskaskia, though Indians called it the Okaw.
What The River Says
Is there a way to be gone and still
belong? Travel that takes you home?
Is that life? - to stand by a river and go
William Stafford, "Quo Vadis"
I have always been here, and even
When I was away, long or briefly,
I was always turning and returning,
Knowing the ways back to myself.
Once, as a child, I wished to leave,
Finding a path through trees leaning,
Almost falling, to the river, arriving
And passing to the places I would go.
And how with a sharp stone I carved
Notches in trees, marking the path
To make it mine and to find it again
When I was older and would follow it.
And now the trees are gone, the path
Long lost and there is only the sound
Of the river still saying over and over
Where it was that I might have gone.
Poetry by countryfog
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Written on 2012-07-13 at 18:43
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