Es eignet sich, es zeigt sich an,
es warnt.
It
owns itself, it shows itself, it warns.
--Goethe,
Faust, Part II, Act V
What we missed in the small streams,
declivities by roadways bridged bank to bank
crossing waters with no name, no thought,
easy currents whispered and contained--
these harmless passings mere contours,
forgotten veins of watershed patterns
overlaid, what owned the earth first,
carvings we cannot read, evocations of design
pronounced by rain undefining
sides now lost to passage,
helpless to cross reveals our confinement:
indefinite closure suggests
damage is irreparable,
a concept we reject, incredulous.
Protect your children from these waters:
floods that reveal, then vanish,
reclamations of dominance
more than a single absence
when water withdraws as language
that never spoke:
the father’s body surfaced
later,
fourteen miles down.
Water should never surprise us:
in the language of small streams
floats the rhetoric of floods.
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