the river is my most constant friend
I turn to its waters before I would seek
the shelter of arms not yours
I still love it when it rages
it still loves me when I weep
I smile when its banks bloom
it harmonizes when I sing
I cast wishes on pebbles
fingertips find halves of shells in soft mud
the green wind song of the trees
holds me as best it can
cool water kisses my skin
reminds me that I’m awake
I speak your name into the sweet air
and it is not lost
a thunderclap booms like a gift
and I wish you were here to welcome
the warm wild wind with me