A gentle current caresses
Graeme Darling is a poet who lives in Scotland and who likes poems that rhyme.
Whirlpools
I follow a stream
That tumbles out of a dream.
When I hear its waters sing to me,
I’m in a riverine reverie.
As I walk the banks I observe
The lifeblood pulse and rush and swerve.
While willows sob and wagtails bob,
A gentle current caresses
The long grasses’ sunken tresses.
Mayflies have only one day’s chance
To feel the Sun and mate and dance,
And dippers leave no trace of tracks
As they race beneath the cataracts.
The river nears its destiny
When it becomes the estuary,
And a notion flows over me;
We’re all like whirlpools that revolve
In a waltz of energy,
Until the time that we dissolve,
And are carried to the sea.
Graeme Darling
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