Cornerpost

press

 

 

Shift

 

 

Move one stone

 

in the waterfall

 

and hear the changes—

 

 

every spike of chert,

 

fox tooth, leaf-tine

 

and poison ivy vine

 

 

plays with rain-sound,

 

turning the channel,

 

pointing the fall

 

 

over new beauty,                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                      

through snail shells

 

and chiming caves

 

 

to join the river,

 

each drop finding

 

its own path

 

 

for the first time.

Stray

Wind along the bluff      chimes high            in the sycamores,

wheezes through     the slots of caves        and the throats               

of chickadees,   stirs the dead asters.Something comes

bounding, with golden seedsand thorns woven      through its fur,

to rub a cold bluemuzzle against my hand,follow me home.

 

To the Waterfall in Winter

If there is no path,  create one—    on deer-hoof feet

crush leaves, pausewhile your ears twitchand you scan

the limestone ridgeyou’re following—the black caves listen.

Then slide three timeson leaf-hidden stonesand so blunder at last

to the waterfall—sit on a rock so slantthat you’re leaning over

a ledge-trickle, a poolof wet chert gravelwith oak-leaf drain.

The water slips, drips,chains, snapsover rock and moss

that’s the palest of greens,a bobcat’s eyespeering through twigs.

You may never knowwhat inside you   needs healing,

but when the sedge wrenlights on the vineat the base of your rock

and you feel every speckleof her feathers,her pine needle feet,

her vivid eyes         trusting you,you’ll trust yourself

to climb, if you likeas high as the caveup there, by the sky

where the waterfall starts—a cave too smallfor your shoulders—

but through limestonepierced by rainfor how many years

hear how the waterfall begins—one drop.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Free Audio

 

 

 

Pull up a chair and take a listen!

 

 

 

"Undertow" from James Fowler's short story collection Field Trip: Stories

 

as read by voice artist Claudia Rivera-Tinsley

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Three poems from Amy Wright Vollmar's poetry collection Follow

 

as read by voice artist Claudia Rivera-Tinsley

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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