L'aura del Campo

Logjam

elephant ear = tequisque
paccary = zahíno
howler = mono congo
letting go of my love for you = *no translation

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Logjam

Smack up against your favorite willow:
one log, two.
The river rages. Smack.
Another.
Flood waters go around them
then flow over,
deposit shrubs, sticks and big fat stumps,
facsimile of a beaver's dam.
As if I give a damn.
I do.

More rain falls and then
uncompromising sun
smiling warmer than your face.
The memory of your face,
a willow wand,
wan within it.

More melt and the logjam rises
becoming one with the unrelenting flood,
lifting before moving on,
letting go.

© Kåre Enga 2011-06-03



The Clark Fork of the Columbia was flooding, then receding (it is flooding again). Logs jam against most anything in the channel. But a higher flood can dislodge the logs. It's the story of the river, of life of letting go.

Rain.

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