I could hear you before I saw you-
the truth behind the rumble
the rumble behind the truth
the orchestra of God.
I could feel you before I saw you
the mist of your relentless flow and fall
the flow and fall of your relentless mist-
It all engulfed me as I walked the wooded sidewalk
to your doorstep.
At my first sight of you
I knew I may never see you again
never hear you again, never feel you again,
my hair is already graying
while you are forever a glazed silver blue.
The journey to your natural wonder had been long-
from the Seattle metropolis to Mexico City
to the dancing colors of Buenos Aires
to your muddy village in the Northern tip of Argentina.
You make the world seem so far away-
there is no tango here
no men on stilts
no cars, no traffic
no magazine stands,
you stand alone in this world-
And you are what I am not-
a force of nature,
made of silken threads from heaven,
grander than any man made monument,
never the same from moment to moment,
That is why I turn to you-
As long as water tumbles over you
there will be an inevitable rush of hope-
from the riverbed plateau
to the gravity of the fall
to the pit of the pounding.
And the multitude of tear drops
that fall over
become my tears-
tears for letting go
of what never was
and never could be.
Ten years have come and gone
and still I feel in the caverns of my heart
your drums, your incipient vapor, your eternal heights.
Still I stand in your saturating midst-
living , dying,
For the love of Las Cataratas de Iguazu.