On The River
By Leath Tonino
A friend wants on the river,
wants nothing there,
fern and flycatcher,
breakfast fire,
water from afar
pulling all moments
of all hours.
Wants nothing
more than there,
than nothing there,
great emptiness
of many things
balanced,
moving boats,
shadowed walls,
thoughts and rains
and bumblebees.
Wants these.
Wants the whoop
of rapids
burning
in oar-arms,
days of no one speaking
but the canyon.
Canyon Echo 