every river

Every river is probably as much a story about birds and other lives as it is about water and tides or wetlands relationships. Ever river is about the trees running up the water into their heights and pulsing the water back down as well. It's been a long while since posting and I regret that. Some streams take your attention but they all belong to the path. When you see the water trees that the tide leaves on the beach, all the branches that note water was here, it reminds you that each leaf is tidal, both on the beach and high up on the hardwood trees. And each journey we take, following one relationship to the end, is also tidal. Grief comes back and folds in on itself, life continues but sometimes the bittersweet leave a taste in your mouth for a long time. It's supposedly sophisticated to love dark chocolate. I can see the allure. But as a kid i had a rare chance to have good chocolate every day, milk chocolate, and I did.  It's still my favorite. It's wholesome. It lands on your tongue and talks to your brain in plain talk. No cursive, block print letters that tickle your thoughts into oneness. Some friends and some conversations to that. The years have take some of these voices from me, but last night the wind was talking and at eighteen miles an hour, in July, it had a lot to say. I think everyone whose talk i missed was part of that. It's why I couldn't sleep. It was the wind, and like the old man said, "If the wind means me, I'm here.  Here."  Amen Theodore Roethke.  Amen everyone.  Thanks to the winds, the great Atlantic, the tides in every living thing and the conversations with and without words.