TRUST

Trust says Ayuna

you’ve shot the rapids

found the tongue of the current

rode it expertly

your weighty, humbled, grounded, solid stillness

was the ballast of the boat

The resistance of the years approaching 12/12/12

glaciered ice layers of resistance to what’s coming

the freeze is over and now the sun’s begun

the slow melting release of worry

the great breaking off of frozen chunks of fear

to join the rush of water

in river’s white path

will find the lowest common denominator

Trust in that melt

in that moment

in the shifting that’s beyond

human prayers, touch, consciousness or control

Trust only simply in the fact

of its force, its flow, its “on”

and baby you’re either in it

or you’re left behind in the eddies

watching from the bouldered bank

wondering “what’d I miss?”

Trust in the boat

canoe, kayak, raft or leaf

that carries the weightlessness

of hope

burdens shed

sorrows sunk

stones to the bottom

raising the water’s edge

and adding to the rush, rush, rush of life’s blood pouring through river’s veins all over this blue planet

Trust in the great cosmic flush

the spiraling of humanity’s short historic crap

treating the ocean as our toilet

crucified fish laced with heavy metals

the innocent carrying the deposits of our legacy

Hear the guitar’s peal, the thunderdrums crash, the electronic wailing

to the end of man

for the end of the age of man

hearkens the new beginning

of the age of turning

turning turning turning trusting

Trust in the prayers

of the birds

of the frogs

of the forest

of the stones

Trust in the prayers

of children too young to speak

of aged ones too old to remember

of the beasts we keep to eat

Trust in the prayers

of angels silent song

of saints’ holy tears

of Christ’s blood flowing in the streets

flowing in spring’s thaw

in the welcoming rush

of sun’s fingers massaging snow banks into

the inevitable run of life chasing hope

the tear-fuelled vision of

the once and future spring 

Sap is dripping at 3 bros falls

March 6, 2013