River Marriage Poem
By Carolyn M. Crane
Where the river water
marries the river bank
in mutual discovery
is where a few days ago
I saw you pondering
the merging point
I’ve come to know the way you think.
How the thoughts manifest in your body
with less than a gesture
more than an impulse.
You looked up then and saw me
and then, I think, I knew.
It was more than the crescent moon’s
promise of fullness as it shined upon the
pool just upstream from where we stood
--more than the trout breaking the glassy water top
with tiny sounds that added to the silence of the night.
You pulled me to you then with one arm
and then, I think, we both knew
we wanted that promise that is like this river:
changing and evolving in ways
impossible to predict or understand
but intended to perplex, to mystify
to guarantee mutual discovery
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