By Corbin Buff
At that point where the land had bested us
(Its paths too steep, its briars too thick)
We gave up and came down toward water,
That yet-untainted haven of sea and sky and sound.
And what a surrender it was, that coming down:
The glory of the land giving way to water,
Fish quiet and dreaming in its half-lit depths.
I remembered then the story of water,
How it stood formless, dark, and deep,
Until the unmoved mover moved upon it
And so carved with light the earth’s first poem;
A poem of life and leaf and song;
One of darkness, longing, grief.
A small song for every traveler,
A shield for every trial.
A poem of what the earth offers, and nothing more.
Corbin Buff is an undergraduate student at Reed College. A recipient of Big River Poetry Review's Poem of the Month award, his writing has appeared in the aforementioned journal and in the 2014 edition of The Lowdown: A Literary Arts Annual, an anthology edited by Robert M. Zoschke.