Featured Poet Austin Alexis Page 2
The Stream
cut through bush,
rumbled over rocks,
slendered itself
as it lunged
downward
among leafy odors,
over slight inclines
before forming
a pool
where a man
stripped off his shirt,
undid his jeans,
peeling into nudity
before he dived
into the spot
where the stream
waterfalled
into the pond-pool,
that watery motion,
the weed-fringed basin,
this whole scene
teaching him
the stark power,
the unselfconscious authority
of the elemental.