and the gulf enters the sea and so forth, <br />none of them emptying anything, <br />all of them carrying yesterday <br />forever on their white tipped backs, <br />all of them dragging forward tomorrow. <br />it is the great circulation <br />of the earth's body, like the blood <br />of the gods, this river in which the past <br />is always flowing. every water <br />is the same water coming round. <br />everyday someone is standing on the edge <br />of this river, staring into time, <br />whispering mistakenly: <br />only here. only now.<br /><br />Lucille Clifton<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-mississippi-river-empties-into-the-gulf/
