Open Secret
The sky leans in
to whisper in my ear.
It speaks of clouds
that dance in the wind,
of rainbows that dance
within a misty canyon.
Heard even above the roar
of a mighty cataract, it speaks
of blue water that returns
the favor of the sky,
of a river that knows
my return is inevitable
when it flows through me
even when I am away.
The sky shares with me
what is a secret to no one.
This is my response to earthweal weekly challenge: AN ATMOSPHERIC RIVER ROARS AT US
and is inspired by Twiglet #293 – the sky leans.
The last leg of our recent trip took us to western New York to visit with family, and, of course, the Niagara River. Parking on the American side of the river, we walked across the Rainbow Bridge in Niagara Falls to view the falls from the Canadian side, which is always a delight.
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I have to get back there (even though I had a heart attack on my 1st visit). You capture the experience wonderfully Ken. Thanks.
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And thank you, Ron. It’s a wonderful place.
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How wonderful to read the beautful and joyous side of water. The Falls must be amazing to see and hear in person.
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There is no comparison, but (while we still have them) the same can be said for many natural sights.
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The mighty Niagara and the roar of that beautiful falls. It makes me want to venture out there to see and hear her magic again.
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It never fails to inspire me.
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Your photos and words always take me there. They are magnificent. (K)
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😀 Thank you, Kerfe.
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Great shots of the falls and I’m impressed by the poem. But I’ve just seen photographs of the colorado river looking rather bleak.
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Thank you. It would be nice if one river could compensate for another, but this is part of the Great Lakes network, and even the lakes are at a lower level.
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River mist reminds us so of our insubstantial human mist rising back. Its wilder resumption of being. Well done –
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Thank you. The mist was really billowing this time, and apparently I was excited by that. As we walked along the gorge towards the falls, my wife said she enjoys my reactions, every time.
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Maybe its voice is too loud for us to hear.
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“We,” as a whole, tend to tune it out.
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I’ve been there a few times. Once rode the ‘Maid of the Mist’ – another time just crossed over, and the last time just played tourist. And visited some of the smaller waterways around it.
Without the river – the town is much like any other little tourist town. But I could watch the water all day.
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Even when I lived there, I visited monthly, at least.
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Yes, I agree those small towns we are familar with bring us joy and comfort. I could go back to the ‘Falls’ and explore the smaller rivers for days!! 😀
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Water is mesmerising. Such a joy to watch. Lovely poem, too.
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Thank you. 😀 And thanks for the prompt.
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I can feel your deep connection to this place through your writing, Ken – and here is no exception. What wonderful photos!
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Thank you, Ingrid. It definitely is a place that inspires.
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“The sky shares with me what is a secret to no one…” tremendous hints that there is a personal “secret” for each viewer.
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Thank you. We all have our connections.
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