Along the riverside, <br />I watched the cadence <br />Of water; ripple, ripple, <br />In a continuous meandering; <br />Its motion, as quiet as <br />The deep wide ocean; <br /> <br />Over stones large and small, <br />Round and flat, all smooth; <br />Flowing, rippling, meandering <br />Fro, going to somewhere; <br />From the mountains on high, <br />To be met, at sometime by, <br />A vast insatiable sea; <br /> <br />Never stopping, ever moving, <br />Around rocks and stone piles, <br />Smoothing them with caresses; <br />While the knowing bamboo, arch <br />Its width, a guard of honour; <br />To its age, to its constancy, <br />To its abiding presence; <br /> <br />River, flowing, moving along; <br />River of Arima - place of water; <br />A serpentine watery life form; <br />Before i got here, and after <br />I leave, moving in its hushed <br />Mode, through a lush verdancy. <br /> <br />2008<br /><br />Gillena Cox<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/arima-river/
