the poem is :Natural Bridge/Rogue River Canyon By Paul HalupaLife surges incessantly
the poem is :Natural Bridge/Rogue River Canyon By Paul HalupaLife surges incessantly towards impediment.Passages narrow and the resultantEnd is hard stone.On the upper Rogue River, the wall is lava, ancient spillsLeft by Mazama against the high hills.I am aloneAnd my reflection is dominated by waterComing to impasse, the teeter-totterOf decision.The wall of lava and its field might produce a lakeOr bow the river wide around and makeA revisionIn its course, delay its certain bubbling intentionTo go forward. But it is inventionThat is the mark:The river hits the wall as if to drive it asunderAnd finding a chute beneath, dives underInto the dark.And in review it would seem, for us, little different.Difficulties mount, pressures build, a rentIs in the wall,And plunging in we find a serene cavernous strength,And pressed to run its darkness at full length,We find our all.
