The Rising Flood

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Nine Mile Creek, Lake Erie Watershed (Southern Basin), USA

  • No time (all a-rush)…
  • No time; here & there arranging, buying, doing, fixing, speaking…
  • Where is the water that I can touch today? I have failed to notice properly…
  • I forget my internal tides; I race on asphalt, smelling of urgency (road and body)…
  • Annoyance, desire, fatigue…
  • People jostling, striving, trying to fulfill something…
  • Home again, bulk purchases to store — toilet paper, enormous bag of kidney beans…
  • Dinner preparations; feeling the impossibility of practicing AS anything but chaos!
  • And why not, then, let the whole damn thing fall down?!
  • And why not, then, stand witness to what limits I place on the parsing of time?!
  • How to prioritize when it is ALL to be done RIGHT NOW?!
  • Alarm, alarm, alarm…
  • See there, the sky is darkening, the news comes of an impending storm…
  • Wind rising, trees bending, air smelling of wet from far away, rumbles overhead…
  • Here it comes! The waters are coming! Down from above! DOWN FROM ABOVE!
  • I looked for too long at the too low, seeking water’s message there…
  • Here it comes! All a-thunder, wreaking torment out of trees’ whiplash bow-down!
  • OH! OH! OH! SHEETS of water all a-streaming, cutting sideways, flushing the sky!
  • In my body, electric rising of panic? joy? awe? Yes, indeed!
  • My body is SHOUTING every hair on end! The rain is a river falling down!
  • Below, in the flood plain, I know it is a wonder…
  • Warnings of flash flooding so I go down to see, go down to find something…
  • To see what asks to be seen…
  • To ask, what wishes to be seen…
  • Nine Mile Creek…it is RISING! OH! MY! GOD!
  • Never so high have these eyes seen the waters flow in this place!
  • Churning vortices of mud and flotsam; muddy bank-slivers knifed away by force…
  • THINGS being carried away, away, away into the lake to the North…
  • If I fall, if I fall into the waters, I will die in every way…
  • The banks are too soft to bear my weight…
  • My body is too soft to carry the waters if I should fall and open my mouth…
  • If I should fall and swallow the torrents of meaning washing down from the sky…
  • If I should fall and take into myself the human detritus carried by the waters…
  • So, today I will not fall. I will not allow it. I will not give myself to this power (yet)…
  • Today, I will watch, notice, witness, feel the implications of water all wild & free…
  • Then, one day, fall into the ecstasy of vibrating in sympathy with the rising flood.

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