I wrote this for a friend who lives beside the Susquehanna River and post it here with her permission.
She grew up beside the Atlantic,
gave her sister’s ashes
to the waters
of Long Island Sound.
Water is in her,
like a second stream of blood
flowing in her veins.
A felt thing,
an intuited thing,
something to which she had to return.
And when she returned,
settled beside the Susquehanna,
she created a tribute to the waters,
like an offering to the river gods
of the people who knew it first.
Rusted, undulating cor-ten steel,
sinuous as the body of a lolling odalisque,
mirrors the curves of the river’s banks,
carved by the caress of water,
on the body of Mother Earth.
Aluminium rippling,
riding in a cascade of sun-catching silver,
from end to end,
like the racing whitecaps,
on days when the wind plays horses with the water,
driving the currents,
Faster! Faster!
And when the sculpture is only
a memory in the stories of the very old,
the river will still endure,
so too will the spirit of the woman who captured,
a vision of its strength and power,
part of the flowing Susquehanna,
one with the water that is in her
like a second stream of blood
flowing through her veins.