RIVER
Poem by Tamara Madison
In dreams my roads fill
with clear sweet water
flowing gently; there is nothing
to carry, I can swim
beyond the flooded buildings,
through countryside covered
with this vast river
to anywhere I need to go
where warm cool water lifts,
surrounds me; it is silver,
it is gray, it has no color, it shines
like fish, is dark and soft
like sleep. When I wake
the bell pricks like pins
and I want that water
to fill my veins and carry me
on that river back to sleep.
Note: “River” and two other poems by Tamara Madison will be featured in the upcoming Silver Birch Press release SILVER: An Anthology of Eclectic Poetry & Prose.
Photo: “The Tetons and the Snake River” (1942) by Ansel Adams