Riverstone words flow
in tumbling disarray off
of the tongue, propelled
by the swirling current.
They pitch and roll, turning
with glisten and glow, in a
rhythm and angle only they
can know or find.
Riverstone words in many
colors, textures, and forms:
smooth, rough, sharp, round;
feeling just so on the mind.
Some hurt, some no; some pink,
tan, or black; some pebbles, cairns,
or paperweights; some fitting in
the hand, heart, or soul.
Riverstone words meandering
through the waters of one’s mind;
free-flowing, gently bumping, or
crashing over turbulent rapids.
Spread like caviar over riverbeds
and garnish on riverbanks, they
declare existence and reveal
the geology of our lives.
by Claire Vogel Camargo (USA)
Contest 80: Rusk County Poetry Society Award
Poetry Society of Texas: A Book of the Year 2013