against the current

traveling against the current

against tide travelers

gliding up and out on slick ribbons

pulled into dark forests

where green marries black

 

here, a stream shakes life into the air

with each slap of battered fighters

broaching destinies while gulls consider

their next course

 

traveling against clocks

traveling elliptically

even traveling when we arrive

until it’s all fluid

sliding tumbled into tomorrow

yesterdays lie scattered on banks and riverbottoms

 

trees, not quite full frontal

wear mossy leggings and use ferns as pasties

trailing natty beards weirdly mist woven

ferns dictating understories into vanishing ravines

reading secret landscapes from sacred scores

 

traveling fast slowly

against currents

against granite

against predation

into natural inclusion

into natural solutions

traveling against the current

 

 

David Trudel     ©  2013

 

 

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