'Cadenced Beats Of This Creek' Poem by Whitney Nicole Albright*

Cadenced beats
Rippling sheets
The lows and peaks
Of this creek
It's mucky
But I am lucky
I stand on these boulders
With water to my shoulders
Honey-suckle in the breeze
Ah, this day's for me
Communion on my tongue
Fresh air in my lungs
Chills down my spine
This day is my shrine
He ducks my head in the water
I come up as God's daughter
My sinful flesh was bathed
Praise God, I'm saved
With these cadenced beats
Rippling sheets
And the lows and peaks
Of this creek