Standing Wave
Behind the rock is a standing wave that will last
as long as water flows, or until rock dissolves.
A form of water—the wave is no particular water—
exchanging its substance moment by moment.
Just as I pour water into me, and let it flow out.
Just as air comes in with the in breath and goes
with the out breath. As cells arise, grow and die,
stripped back down into elements of new growth.
Just as thought comes and goes in mind, memory,
these sensations, pattern of a half-glimpsed face,
childhood fears, a progression of guitar chords.
Nothing within me remains me, except this shape.
I have enjoyed these poems so very much, thank you!
Garrison Keillor and Writer's Almanac every morning and Dale Hobson each April day — how lucky we poetry lovers are. I treated myself tonight to reading all your postings, Dale, many gems which I will return to until you put them into a book I can hold in my hands. Thank you for meeting this April challenge with such word perfect, meaning-full poems.
Hi, Dale! So glad I found these. Beautiful poems, as always. Thank you! – Flo