The Mountain’s Bending River

The Mountain’s Bending River

When will it be ok to say, I do not want to go a day

Without speaking with you

These hours they climb up and down vines

Of this cement wall wait, of all these times

I am supposed to taste the water of my own patience over haste

That you will see a time where the lines of priorities

Merge into an authority of expected collision

Instead of all of all these electronic provisions

Of handed over words and seeing in weeks

That this expanse of damning this river is fraught with leaks

That I can see all the snow collected from this past winter

Melted and flooding this valley and the splinters

Of wood cracking the lumber holding this damn back

River come raging and I don’t need any raft for saving

Just your hand and your skin and all of this comes

Flooding in like a mountain’s bending river alive

Grabbing us and I don’t think I can stop this what I dare not name

But I know I saw it there forming in those Smokey Mountain rains

Weeks and days and hours precipitating from a haze

Of colors collected in the sky out of reach until this breach

Allows the voice to say this is what is supposed to be

My days pouring out into these streets, not having to wait

To say these stays inside your maze, inside the phrase

That this is now normal and the lost and found has been reviewed

The box of all these lost animals has been exhumed

Riding here in dinners and pillow cases and all of those

Waits are now erased into an ease, waited for and now received