Palouse River at Palouse Falls
I love this poem for so many reasons. Every time I read it, a different layer of meaning emerges. I always love what the river says.
Some time when the river is ice ask me
mistakes I have made. Ask me whether
what I have done is my life. Others
have come in their slow way into
my thought, and some have tried to help
or to hurt: ask me what difference
their strongest love or hate has made.