Watershed
I rode the rapids
of the Iguazú
and flew above the
falls at Devil’s Throat.
I sailed the
Beagle Channel on a boat
that nearly
capsized as it ran into
a thrashing
squall. I paddled on the Plate,
the Jaguarão, the Corcovado; swam
the Paraná and didn’t
give a damn
about piranhas or
the spotback skate.
Those were the
waters of the wild in me.
Now time has tamed
the tenor of my dream
and I am drawn
back to the source, the stream
I disregarded as
an absentee—
the Susquehanna,
ancient, faithful, strong.
The river that had
borne me, all along.
(by Catherine Chandler, first published in The Literary Bohemian, Issue 22, April 2015)
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