Would you ask

The river


To run faster—

Seated along


Its dewy banks

Flanked by


Flowers of blue and gold

Watching the sunlight


Bounce against

The gray slate rock


Then break

Into a thousand glittering shards


Shimmering across

That green water-glass—


There, in the sweet,

Grassy air


Would you use your sacred breath

Inhaling so deeply


To demand that the river

That cradles you


With its warm magnificent grace

Do anything other


Than flow?


Kimberli Wong
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