Being There

And as if reason had anything to do with it
As the river flowed, almost as if through me
And in the shallowness of the brook
The coolness of its essence a small, constant swiftness
That sent the length of my hair freely floating
As if the water were snow, being just deep enough
My arms would move, pushing upon the wetness
And as if I could fly through its current
I would mark the water, as I had done with snow
Angelically, serenely, with my presence
I would hold in reverence all that was about me
Touching upon its remarkableness
To even the field beyond
Where I could see the lilies that where present
And I would tremble not from the cold
But from the grandness that was inescapable
I am transparent at those times; being still…
So even my breath longs to linger, even after its time