the night river by Carrie Karnes Fannin Let go. Ship your single oar and drift on the night river. Float through open gates toward rocky shoals, eddies, and deep, salty oceans. (As it’s said-- a word after a word after a word is power.) Each drop alike. None quite the same. Borrow a taste of milk from other tongues. Dip your cup. Drink deep. Speak for the pleasure of savoring each sound. Dream into being your ancestral songs as you follow the water’s ever-changing line. Leave your mother tongue behind and swim in the river of stars above. |