Several years ago I had my first "river walking" experience. This was something I had never heard of until a friend of mine mentioned it and asked if I wanted to go river walking in the Eastern Townships.
Background: I am not comfortable in water (other than my warm night-time bath!). I do not swim and tend to think of bodies of water (rivers, lakes, oceans) as something nice to look at and as great sources of wildlife photo opportunities.
But river walking - my! - is that ever something!
I was able to do it again just over a year ago in a beautiful canyon area in northern Mexico. River walking awakens feelings of freedom and exhilaration. And it led to this poem. The photograph is of the river in Mexico.
Wakened and wandering, a drifter, a dreamer
I walk the clear waters for cleansing and peace.
The long winding river gives freedom and wisdom
Time stretches slowly and day turns to night.
Moon shadows darken, plunging and drowning.
Wind songs rise swiftly and swirl away.
All of my dreams rest deep in your waters
With morning approaching they rise to the light.