Today I'll ride the river from Louisiana up to Minnesota
Take in fields and lakes and mountain peaks
I'll taste the air from state to state.
And watch the sun drip its colors into the evening sky and the hues run down to the currents I roll upon until they are flush with pink
purple and dusky gray
My fingers will drip rainbows and the fish will come up to take notice.
They will fade with the sunlight and wave goodbye with fins
Wish good luck with gurgles and whirlpools.

I will float up the country while the seasons change
and the stars paint themselves brighter away from the cities.
They will dry-erase themselves by morning and I wave goodbye. Good luck,

Clouds roll in
Rain will fall on my upturned face and I will lick drops of the Pacific Ocean, the Hudson Bay, the Nile, and the Puget Sound
that mix together on my lips.

Nodding to old sea captains with gray beards, to the birds in the painted sky I will continue along,
and give myself over to where the river takes me.

01/13/2010

Posted on 01/13/2010
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