The Yukon River is perhaps a soul-mate of sorts. Without her, I don’t think I could have made the transition from adolescence into adulthood. This is a tribute to her remarkable spirit. I’ve found the time and resources to make my way to her great waters twice in my life. I hope there will be at least a third and fourth time before my days are done.
Yukon Tributary
High in the heavens the cirrus brightly flow;
Skyline nimbus fold in a sightly flow.
Adrift on a river swelled by the melted snow,
Swift I float where the waters lightly flow.
The winds fold down the treetops where they blow,
Crossing splendors broad in sprightly flow.
Here on the currents, many days drifting slow,
A peace swells in my heart with rightly flow.
At night the lucid heavens dance and glow,
I watch with tearing eyes their nightly flow.
What clarity Zahhar could ever know,
Is here where thoughts are still and slightly flow.
This is my 28th ghazal.
