River-Speak.
Oh watery minion of past existence, rivering those
potentized remnants of millions whose
subtle life-happenings earned but fluid award.
You with stored weight of muted dynamics wet sounds
of lament or contentment though unseen
yet held every atom as ancient-kept record.
Deep-level eavesdroppers wrote liquid signatures
on your rocky bed as chromosome cries
preserved in suspension became effervescent.
Kingfisher bird pauses a moment stares head lowered
and hears in pool\'s depth whispering omens
rendered to bubble in your all-flowing essence.
Furry travellers busily speeding for food reel then
halt at half-sensed signs of ghostly noises
floating below welt in roisterous turbulence.
Stoat, Vole and Otter detect in your watery breath
echoes of non-audible contact with remains
of ancient settlements gone but still churning
Why then do I not catch river-speak when tuned
to legacy\'s wisdom I wistfully lean to hear
yesteryear-folk by evoking mindful awareness.
River\'s mystical intellect found drenched in ooze
bears potential music of lost knowledge
which searchers would learn if they but dare.