Rille


Let us flow on
through parallel ravines
across the world as we do now
grimacing as we hit the potholes

Gushing over fecund plains
Holding ourselves back
when the land is flooded sometimes
Torrential when our vessel is tilted by favourable winds
sparse when jerking over arid basins
yet never stopping

Knowing there is a similar river in spate
in every region big or small
with waters to tell its own tale

And they do sing of us too,
our stories meet at some familiar corners
the gaps cemented by dialectal murmurs

Small but sturdy streams
on our way to becoming rivers
collecting silt, colours, flavours of the land
to someday, quilt an epic
The few with an ocean contained within them
will perhaps become our sky

©Reena Prasad  30th October 2012

Inspired by Ampat Sir’s thoughts on ‘the epic’
Published in the international anthology ” The art of being human” Vol 2 June 2013
LINK HERE

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