The Arroyo
Where all is present
Standing in the arroyo Everything around me is dry The wetness of life Seems so far away
Yet I can feel All the torrents of water That flowed through this place The invisible residue is there
I can sense it But I can’t feel it Washing over me I cannot get wet
It’s a feeling I can’t describe The sensations Are subdued
It’s like a song Heard decades ago It’s like a memory Lost in the past
The roar of the water I feel in my bones But the intensity Has been flushed downstream
But when I touch a rock It all comes back to me The recording comes alive And I can feel it again
Still, it is from the past The water of the future Has still to come Flooding through the now
The arroyo is my home Where I await The inevitable torrent That re-shapes the land
The water inside me awaits The dryness inside me hopes I look to the sky above me For the clouds of change
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