James Friedman
Off the cliff face in the summer sun
I stared into the waters
of the mighty Rio Grande
“Woah” I said
“Woah indeed”, said the wind
As it brushed the dust off my shoulders and scattered
never to be seen again
The river is vast and wide
It’s stronger than I am
It fights harder than me
Runs faster
The sum of my soul would go
Like a speck in the sea
In the flow of that canyon maker
Louder than any dream
Than any hurt I’ve ever known
But one day the canyons will resurface
The mighty Rio Grande
Will stumble and stop
It will not run forever
And that’s when I remembered the truth
Every story that must be written
Must be forgotten also
And yet somehow
I stand here still
Between the peaks
Of Birth and Oblivion
Writing my story as my soul flows along
Within the course
Of the Mighty Rio Grande