Born from a language <br />too pure to survive sound <br />her name ''permeates'' <br />patience and grace <br />emerging out of clear <br />cool waterbeds <br />she rises <br />bathed in the glow <br />of the rivers light- <br />black eyes <br />sharpening the air <br />makes even cicadas <br />fall silent <br />against motions of energy <br />that test strength and resilience <br />while enduring <br />the most turbulent storms <br />she ''lets go'' of <br />what does not work <br />allowing <br />the ''voice within'' <br />to steer <br />giving the river <br />what ''it'' needs <br />to run smoothly<br /><br />Adryan Rotica<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/participation-mystique/
