It Was A River... Poem by robert dickerson

It was a river whose bubbles broke into poppies
A town like a handful of diamonds
What the sages call an act of Will
A hill of sugar dissolving
Resolution sliding up and down like an Adams' apple
An excavation of the body: a darkening
The Phoenician you've seen, bewitching the countryside
That unmeasured moment when Light began;
But it was not a minute that tightened around the heart like a rubberband
Nor a long stripe of Malta white
Nor a cypress that succeeded as a symbol
Nor the abandoned pigpen of the Ego
It was a sketch made of rain
A song on the way
An aphid on your neck
The Casa Rosa.