The Fate of Water

Dune and Gloom

By: Stephen Rifkin - Jul 22, 2016

    THE FATE OF WATER

Now I am old  a grammar of time 

would cite me

where hilltop and stream 

delete me.

Ask me where hill  and stream 

and meadow rhyme 

with sand  for sand delights me  

and pure syntax

sand

and lime. 

Itself  myself  contract to sand.   

O translate me  my years 

their new reader,

and when

I consider     

the sun flowing

or the fate of water

that I am old  deserts praise.

from THE MERIT OF LIGHT

by Stephen Rifkin