River Poem by Butch Decatoria

The impetus
Of being
Always on the run
Through pinwheel eyes
Those standing by
The mystic roadway:River
Blue yet to be brushed
or in blush
Of evening chill's breathing
canvas-like windows dreaming felt
All mindful
And chockfull O'
Wonder
Then ponder
Yonder "window breaks"
Past the wilderness' sleep
Bone heavy wood
Umber earth

Past whoosh and rush of liquid
Folding on itself / a soundtrack

Listen now
Pedestrian be

Mindful of the cautionary whales
Old Ahab's yell
Obsessions
Fears
Or loathing.

If one is drowning in one's sleep
Look wildly
widely
Blithely
Down river
Or up there beyond finger's point
Sidewinder snake journeys
Until sky and below it
All meet

The distance
Now only a line
Coalescing what is beyond
Our ability to see
Far and away
Evanescent
Effervescent
Ever after
River. Life.
Here
We are proud and
The free spirit is fluent
With the rapid rivers loud
Always on the run
Currents like a child's curiosity...
How then,
When or why
does it end?
Where do we go?

Like most things existing,
Will lead to the high art /
love's deep oceans...

We often forget to seek
And mind
the sublimations/
d¬¬rift wood.
Let's then
Begin with a dot.
A speck of dusk
bursts of light
A starry sky,
pieces to mastery

Raging fragility of waters'
Unctuous undulations
Folding itself in volumes
Or falling from on high
A droplet cry!

Then flash of lightning
(crash or bloom)
From the heavens
like electric rivers
So brilliantly
Festoons

Where do we go
With those under toes
There and here / underfoot /
Over north / southern sleep
To oceans twilight deep?
Go wrapped or map-less
Or no.
Up
Way
Up yonder
There up there
Everywhere
All without fear...

My heart like the river yearns
To go toward the sun
A flow /
the beating drum
Always on the run
And
Yet
Still
Here.