Who will learn me
the river’s songs?
Will it be my paddle as it slides into water deep?
it be my canoe as it glides where the river ripples
cascades down narrow stony places?
Will it be the otter as he sleeps and dreams upon
the grassy shore?
it be the beaver as she builds homes
of mud and trees?
Will it be the little fish playing among water lilies, swimming
among the reeds?
Will it be the minnow schools in
the sandy shallow shoals, hiding
from the grassy pike searching
for his food?
it be the little green frog sitting
on water lily leaves, singing
to his own true love
light of midnight moon, cooled
by the summer breeze?
learns me the river’s songs? I so want to know.
I will hear the words coming
from around me, if
I will only paddle slow.