GRISELDA STEINER’s poem HUDSON RIVER appears in February issue of Scene 4

photo by Sandy Hechtman

photo by Sandy Hechtman

The Hudson River
New York City

This is the river

My river

The mighty famous river

Whose coasts grow tall weeds of steel

That reflect glittering lights at dusk

This is the river

My river

Whose source is named “Lake Tear in the Clouds”

Called “The River” by the Iroquois

And Mohegans named “The River that Flows Two Ways”

This is the river

My river

Whose tides bear down to the ocean

My ocean

Whose salt waters

Life’s womb

A baptism of spirit

My ocean

Carrying boats, tankers, kayaks

Tugboats, yachts, cruises ships

Sailboats north, south in the sunset

That navigate the currents

Sharing their colors with the clouds

Grey, green, blue, teal, pearl, red, purple

Orange and yellow beams

Become a violet and pink seduction

That turn black with stars hovering

Over secret war planes

Whose engines low roar

Steal their way to foreign wars

As massive river tankers

Read the rest of the poem HERE AT SCENE 4

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