Translucent currents
Merge from sallow glaciers
Tiny voices sparkling
Turquoise summer blossoms
Flow one into the other
Ripples into folds
Folds into waves standing
Rearing thunder barreled rhinos
Colliding over buried boulders
Charging the nose of the raft
Blades in hand we mount we rise
We fall we rise again
Rhinos stamping behind us
-T. Weeks
(A response to “My Canary Bird”)
Life Immense 