Once the highways to its interior, America’s rivers fell to neglect and then pollution before being rediscovered by citizens of conscience laboring to restore their integrity.
Quietly indebted to Lewis and Clark’s trailblazing expedition, 1804-1806, my resulting 20 poems – a Paean to Rivers, which has been woven into a section of American Olympus – present their own search for the continent’s soul. Looking to its waters – which shape, define, and reflect the composition of each locale – “watch” here invokes issues of guarding the resources, of looking for specific peculiarities, of appraisal and timepieces, of even a time in the night or moments slipping away.
All the while, “orange” suggests heading into the sunset, another American tradition, and transmutes into golden reflections cupped in the water. Ultimately, it’s even hot tea to sip or an old watchdog under the moon.
Test the waters, as they say. See where they lead.
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