Philip Rush

The Sacred

Perhaps the fact that the river
persists while water recycles
is the fount of the spiritual.
After all, we’re all believers
in the existence of rivers.
Each wild skinny-dipping swim will
become a kind of baptismal
rite of passage. And fun. Immerse
yourself in mountain water, cold
as a silent monastery. Wade
into the deep purple shadows.
Feel the height of the sun’s green gold.
Bathe in Helicon’s gentle shade.
Sit. Wait. And watch the river flow.