poem: the way of the river

the way of the river

what if when you knelt
& ran your fingers through the water,
you slipped and fell into a furious river?

the source of life shocking warm skin
& seizing a heart
feet rutted in the sucking silt of love
while rage flowed around you

loosened your hold
took you downstream
fists flailing
to the calm of your surrender

imagine the quiet after the roar
when you stood on wobbly legs
& realized you were not dead
but drenched
& more alive


rhon drinkwater © 2008

Article written by

Daddy Rhon is known as an outlaw poet, author, artist, speaker, kinkster, web developer, community organizer, queer activist, and a founding leader of the genderqueer movement

9 Responses

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  1. rebelgrrrl1
    rebelgrrrl1 at |

    Wow. I’ve felt that.

    Thank you.

  2. daddyrhon
    daddyrhon at |

    I have no doubt you have. 😉

    You doin ok, naughty grrl?

  3. rebelgrrrl1
    rebelgrrrl1 at |

    Never better, baby. :)

  4. rev_hank
    rev_hank at |

    : )

  5. urbanminstrel
    urbanminstrel at |

    God I love this! YES!!! Well done, dear friend; well done.

  6. cracksback
    cracksback at |

    Dude….I love this.

  7. azure_ink
    azure_ink at |

    This makes me happy, in many ways.
    Thank you.

  8. resist_entropy
    resist_entropy at |

    But whom does the river represent?

    He or she?

  9. nightsinge
    nightsinge at |

    “God’s gonna trouble the water”

    Beautiful, thank you.

    It’s like you’ve captured the essence of “Wade in the Water,” one of my favorite spirituals.

    And fuck–I have no water icon? That’s just wrong.

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