Rivulet - Carol Casey

An infancy of river,
forest filigree,
rock tears, taking years
to carve a craggy face.

Vibrant with minnow
cress, insects skating
upon clear surfaces
while the embryo current

quickens toward
the massive matrix
of water forming,
transforming.

Clouds, raindrops,
oceans, emotions
spill over rocks
snags, sparkle

in sunlit places.
I breath out and see a frond
of heartache ease
into a reedy culvert.

Carol Casey lives in Blyth, Ontario with her husband, hundreds of books and a large garden. Her first major, and formative, literary event occurred when her grade eight teacher read her poems out loud to the class. This empowered her to think of herself as a poet for the rest of her life. Now retired from nursing, she writes lots of poetry and an occasional bit of copy (to pay the bills). She is madly in love with her three amazing grandsons. She also knits bath mats, slippers and bags out of old sheets and T-shirts. Her work has been nominated for the Pushcart Prize and has appeared in various publications and anthologies.