amongst the rock,
I find myself
most drawn
to the green
of the moss

across the river
constantly berated
by the rapids
she grows strong
vibrant and beautiful

because of 
and in spite of
the water’s 
torment

TORMENT.

she looks so soft
so inviting
yet untouchable
across the mirage of water
the intensity & adventure hiding
the rocks underneath
that wait to crush you

am I the moss?
born as I am
from life’s
extra share of rapids?

and if so,
am I approachable
am I approachable
only by boat?
sailor’s preference

brave are you,
my dear boy,
but the river is too much
even for me

unrelenting,
smashing into rock
again and again

touched – seen
only for a moment
until it washes you down with it

my color stays green
but turns a sickly color
for a season

missing the days
the sailors said hey

and I wonder
most about you,
the sailor in blue
who says it is this

this Grand Canyon
that rings true

is it you?
brave enough to
ride the rapids

again and again
just to get close to –

the Untouchable