Streams of Thought - a poem by Liam UiCearbhaill

In the 1990s, when I wrote this, I spent a lot of time walking beside the American River in Sacramento. I believe I wrote this one in Winter when the river was near flood stage and I was walking in the American River Parkway near Sac State (CSU Sacramento). Open water has always had a special place in my heart.

This poem is in the collection Poetry's Purpose

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Streams of Thought

Rolling, roiling, onward flowing

Strength embodied, fluid knowing

Liquid, muddy, ever growing

Seaward river bound

Water wetter restless fettered

Levee channeled, never bettered

Troubled, calm, or sunlight glittered

Rolling past my soul

Flooding, sudden, stark destruction

Bringing life to death’s induction

Leaving muck with deadly suction

River god gone mad

Burbling, singing, green life bringing

Sparkles flashing, sunbeams flinging

Laughing, gushing, smooth stones cleaning

Mothers’ living veins

Rivers bring such mixed emotions

Flowing onward to their oceans

Life and Death and merchants quotients

Still, I love them all