Two Poems

The river is a holy book

Each creek and every stream is a prayer of praise,

a sacred scroll unrolled and flowing downhill.

Every river is a holy book hardbound

in boards of sycamore, cottonwood, maple

an illuminated manuscript, gilt-edged

and glowing in early Autumn evening leaves.

Parables of snow melt, brook trout, pheromones,

psalms written in silt on rushes and sedges, 

ancient stories told by caddisfly larvae, 

punctuated with frog spawn, water-pennies,

drops of rain. Go down by the river, kneel down

on the ground, raise up your eyes, and read these words.

Softly as in…

Blue-spotted salamander eggs in a vernal pool,

reflecting April crescent moon. The breath of morning 

meditation. The true sound of the Kokosing when 

no one is listening. Down feathers from the breast of

a frightened sparrow. Petals of a newly-opened 

waterlily. The color of lichens on sandstone, 

moss on maple bark. Black swallowtail feet on your cheek

and eyelid. Ant frass in the hollow at the base of 

a centuries-old oak. The call of a wood thrush on 

a mossy log. The gray blurriness of woodchuck eyes 

at the edge of a mown wet meadow. The red madder-

dyed weft of Afghan war rugs, woven by women’s hands. 

Turkey vultures aloft on cadaverine breezes,

after the rain…


(for John Coltrane)

Robert Cmarik

Robert Cmarik is an artist who turned toward poetry as his primary medium later in life. He has a lifelong love of nature, and spent the past twenty-five years working to promote wildlife conservation as a volunteer, and then on staff with the Friends of the National Zoo in Washington, DC. His poetry reflects and extends his passion for art and nature. Originally from Cleveland, Ohio, Bob retired in 2020 and lives in Silver Spring, Maryland with his wife.

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