Wednesday, May 18, 2011

Twin Sisters


Water
spring fed
running
bubbling trickling
crystal and mineral, fresh
liquid love.

I once touched the place where
it issued forth clear
from a cavern deep,
Twin Sister's wellspring
the source of all
pulsing-
pushing you back
wet suit and all,
crisp
and gallon by
the gallon
.
To get there you must traverse
the shoot upstream,
a rocky narrow path strewn
with underwater
freakishly large
boulder

pressing past the current
struggling, a must swim
full out
(alot like life)
to arrive then in grotto,
full of patchy
sunlight streaming and warmer

where one can rest
and take it all in.
I once held my finger
near the water's constant spewing
torrent
with cold
down deep
in my bones

but surrounded by lime, yellow and
flaming red
plant life
flourishing full
and beyond all reason
at the font
.
Much like the fish who lie motionless
cooling
themselves
here
in the quiet

I wait
cloaked
and holding onto
the quickening
feeling
...
of one who
knows
nature's best kept
virgin
secrets
at the water's
source.

4 comments:

  1. Beautiful poem and absolutely stunning photo, lg! How amazing it must have been to be there at the source of that waterfall!

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  2. Thank you Talon. This is something I've been 'waiting' to write about water. I was thinking about all of the lovely, full spring fed rivers and trickling streams that we have here. This poem is about two springs, called the Twin Sister's which one can snorkel to in (on) Crystal River, Florida.

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  3. That's so nice, lg - and what a great name for two springs.

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  4. Lovely poem and photo. But I'm tired of all the water. I am just hoping we dry out soon!

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