After three days of rain,
Air sparkles fresh and clear—
Sky is the most heavenly shade of blue,
Afternoon sun shining through the leaves.
The lake below reflects the shimmering light,
Waves muscling water toward the dam.
A neighbor’s stream still overflows,
Dissolves, loosens rock and riddle of the hills,
Moves the missing parts of earth to hide
Deeper under water, fill with silt the bottom of the lake.
What part of me will not vanish when I dissolve?
When in the midst of darkest storm,
Absence comes to take my bones,
Body’s heat fades out with pulse of heart….
What remains of me?
Will love linger within the soul?
Down beneath the stream, below the lake
Flows a deeper river, bending out of sight…
Teaches every night a steady, silent pull, a tow
Abides astern the higher waterline,
A slow subduction unseen by human eyes…
Rearranges continents, chains of mountains,
Moving glacially slow, it waits for time.
What slowly goes? And what remains?