Strength with pull is a river full of attitude, moving without objection, running furlongs to the sea. Rain feeds its appetite. Overfilling, pushing above the collars of its boundaries until satisfied to recede. Finally, people begin to rescue their thoughts. Quiet presses down with cool curtains of wind weaving a tapestry of healing.
This ground is mine. I sweat it into growing. My eyes water the sound while my hands grasp the dirt, holding its generations of dust and stone with a blending of blood curing the colors making it good and right with sweet aroma passing through my hair rich with oils … More RIVER FULL
An irrepressible deep river roared under a smooth surface. The water parts are filled from rain and streams and the undergrowth of the weak. The high banks lay evidence to the force Of soil breaking. Trees bend. Rocks tilt. All parts yielding to the waters grasp and flow. A lean subtle confident power pushes on … More ROARING
A smooth river. Rich banks of sand. A log without roots loitering far from home. Tree dripping moss. Snaking branches. A dirt road. A home at the end where I live. Trees boasting gnarled thickness. A deep legacy. Vines with fingers. Leaves with eyes to the sun. Ghosts at the gate. Leaves of autumn lay … More A DEEP SOUTH
Roger Singer 