Step out on mossy water’s-edge rock,
let the river’s rush take you
When you’re ready, kneel,
and select a secret
from the heavy chandelier
inside your chest.
Whisper it to the water.
She will carry it in her molecules
around the bend, out of sight.
Your secret will
steam from tea sipped in Vietnam,
slide down an antelope’s throat
trickle from a glacier in Greenland,
hurl from cumulonimbus clouds
onto cobbled streets in Belgium,
trill through secret underground paths,
rise up a redwood’s trunk,
turn into a silver helix
twisting from your bathroom faucet,
washing over you.
Posted by kind permission of the poet.
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