The River Instant

Countless bubbles sing on their way down the canyon

rising to the surface in a brilliant dance of spherical lightness.

Each random wave spins its own way through layered rock beds 

sleeping under water, always low, forever changing.

The open skylight plays its silent song on the surface of the river

reflecting subtile colorful tones off cliffs and leaves, gleaming, ideal, whole.

Boulders mark the way but remember nothing, 

living only at the margin of this singularly crystallized moment.

The water course pulses like the heart of the earth

while the rhythm of the sun keeps perfect time

with the harmony of the river.

Billy Radd
Asheville