Some days, the bridged water
She rises up.
She rises up.
Diffuse, airborne and flowing like a boisterous tide
She swallows the bridge whole
Diffuse, airborne and flowing like a boisterous tide
She swallows the bridge whole
“What?”
“The Jesus Effect,” I say more loudly. “When the sun comes through the clouds in shimmering rays like that.”
A trickle of water
Becomes a rivulet
Becomes a stream
Becomes a river
All the while eating the rock
Over which it travels
Cutting a cleft
A channel
A chasm
A canyon
The trickle of water
Becomes a torrent
Becomes a stream
Becomes a river
All the while eating the rock
Over which it travels
Cleaving a rivulet
A channel
A chasm
A canyon