On the Source of the River

On the mountain rain falls, snow melts.

The source of the river is the sky.
So it is that the source of love is not within reach

But flows over me and carves my every direction.
The source of the river is the spring. So it is

That I can never go back to the source of love
but it spends itself constantly on my behalf;

So it is that the very earth is between us
but the very earth gives a way to us in the shape

of a river. The source of the river is a bog.
Like energy, love has no direction. It can be hidden

as potential until the porous ground can hold
no more and it breaks into acceleration

embanked by our lives, carrying us beyond
ourselves towards a wider body evaporating into the sky

12 thoughts on “On the Source of the River”

Ron May 31, 2015 at 11:48 pm

Wonderful beyond measure, Jeff…unless one uses a slide rule. *g* I am always amazed with the way you weave such intricate connections into poetry. Some day maybe you’ll show me the secret? *g*

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Jeff Schwaner Post authorMay 31, 2015 at 11:56 pm

W-wait! I thought I was learning it from you!

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1. Ron June 1, 2015 at 12:26 am
  
  This is what happens when you think you’re learning from me!
  
  there once was a poet named Jeff
  who wasn’t feeling himself
  what he thought was verse
  turned out to be worse
  and the crap was moved to the shelf
  
  ~*~
  
  (the crap being my haiku, of course!)
  
  Ron