Unwish’d
(For Charlotte’s Creek):
Unwish’d
When Irene passed through
And on, and left us
 Damp of Eye and 
 Squishy-toed
And swelled our banks
And over-swept our bridges
And made the right
 Low streets canals
 And church steps docks 
 And steeples buoys,
And our homes of stick
 And mortar creeked,
And smoothed some stones 
 Along the way, 
We were warned—
 Reminded:
Our mother is the prime
 And in her passing resides 
 The power.
She cannot stay forever—
 Tho’, hydrangea did renew—
Nor did we wish her to.
When Irene passed through
And on, and left us,
 A new soul, Charlotte,
 Came prime,
Or primer still, still quick
Yet still a trickling brook
From whence?
 Another side, another line,
 And swelled our banks
 With minty tea
And craft and confection
 And freshly-squeezed 
And pulpy this and that
And rounded rocks,
We were warned—
 Reminded:
Of the fragility of God’s 
 most porcelain creation,
Resilient soul.
 In her passing resides
 The power.
She cannot stay forever—
 Tho’, deposit sediment anew—
Nor did we wish her to.
When Charlotte passed through
At last—a gift, daisy-new—and on,
Her name, upon the wind, did spread,
Broadcast along the wings of
 Hummingbirds and clung to 
 Dandelions floating high and far
And did land along a
 New shore—
A new bank deposited—
Among Helens and Anns:
 A different clan.
Yet sweet, a promise still.
We were warned—
 Reminded:
That tears can christen,
 And baptize
 And that squishy toes are for frolic
 And that hydrangea need sediment
 And that youth too will pass.
She cannot stay forever—
 Spirited, alabaster soul grew—
Nor did we wish her to.
On Charlotte’s Creek,
 O’er rocks of geologic time
 And innumerable Irenes and Charlottes,
  Anns and Helens,
And hummingbirds and dandelions
And daisies and hydrangea
And harvest moons
And apples dropp’d
And forests fell’d
And Winter snows
And Spring thaws
And swollen banks
And streaming trickles, 
 Eddying and rapids too,
And chilled toes 
And whetted lips,
We are warned—
 Reminded:
To cherish our enduring mother—
 Adoration well-sprung.
She cannot stay forever—
 Always and already new—
Though we may wish her to.

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