fluid currency

fluid currency

more than ash
innumerable particles
floating, at last
in the river
the river in me
boundless energy
in the rush of rapid descent
flowing past fond memories
familiar shores
ever onward, outward
to a world without borders
one with the big expanse

This poem is my second response to Quadrille night: ashes to ashes, the prompt from Sarah at dVerse ~ Poets Pub, which is to use a form of the word ash in a 44-word poem (excluding title), with no required meter or rhyme.

From boating to diving, to kayaking, to just sitting on the shore, I’ve always thought of the Niagara River as my home. My children have promised to scatter my ashes in the river. One last river dive, this time over Niagara Falls, will be mine before I eventually flow towards the sea.

14 thoughts on “fluid currency

  1. I felt this poem was about becoming one with the world even before I read your note. It’s very beautiful. I hope it gets read at your funeral (sorry if that sounds dark, but I would imagine it would be inspiring and comforting).

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    • Thank you. My last dive was more than twenty years ago, when I broke my ankle (just six hours after that dive). Inner ear issues and vertigo had been giving me less incentive for a while. This would be my one last dive. I figure why not do it in style!

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      • You’re welcome, Ken. I appreciate hearing the back story on the dive. It makes it that much more poignant. I see you stay close to the water in your kayak. I would love to learn how to kayak one of these days as there are so many lakes and rivers around here.

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