Peace Like a River
(“How do you feel? Write about its opposite.”)
Push back against peace,
that river of green oxbowing
the high mountain meadow of my life now.
Freeze it right down
to the playful otter’s den;
iced juncos fall like raisins
from a Payne’s gray pudding sky.
Call all the bad birds:
Mock me, Bitter Raven, deride
my easy laughter with your own
ironic groan; prove to me
the cruelty of the real.
Carrion Crow, friend,
you have been pecking out my eyes,
forcing me down into darkness
with no extended wings. In the frozen
meadow, even the ravenous fox
has stopped, one paw up,
tufted ears cocked
for the sound of the poacher’s gun.
The river shifts, shivers:
a patterned craze of cracks
races to either shore.
Peace Like a River is shiveringly delicious. The photos too. It is deeply nourishing for me to read your poetry again. The Giantess must have found her way back to you.
Love the line "iced juncos fall like raisins"…what a delicious image. Love the whole poem, its feeling and metaphors are so strong!