Falls

by Chris Powici

clamour of eddies and foam-edged
kinks of bright november water sliding
over pine roots and half-drowned rock

so many flashes and glints
so many cold quick voices

but lean into the breeze
take a breath, listen close –
all the river says
is how to let go
how to fall

just a noise among trees
it’s all grace notes and throwaway riffs
a thing of rain and stone
making itself up as it goes along