Waiting for Pelican

She went down to the old bridge on the river.

She was looking for the Pelican, who comes to fish with the bridge people.
But no one was there.

"Where are you Pelican? I've come to see you."
She looked far up the river and her eyes flew over the still water.
She looked down into the deep mirror below, as the river flowed underneath her and continued west.

She hoped that the Pelican would come, first in the sky and then, maybe, in the other place called reflection.
The river gave no answers. The bridge waited silently....
And the water continued downstream.
She sighed and returned to her mountain.
"I will come, again, tomorrow. Pelican will be here and we will fish this river together."

The Beauty of a River

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I came where the river
Ran over stones;
My ears knew
An early joy.
And all the waters
Of all the streams
Sang in my veins
That summer day.
-  Theodore Roethke, The Waking, 1948

 

Paint me a picture of the landscape. 

Dance me the dance of the waves. 

Sing me of the legends of the river. 

Tell me the story of the sky.
~author unknown~

No one can  see their reflection in running water,

It is only in still water that we can see

~Taoist proverb~

"Sometimes, if you stand on the bottom rail of a bridge 

and lean over to watch the river slipping slowly away beneath you, 

you will suddenly know everything there is to be known."

~Winnie the Pooh~