Drowned Drums

Only a foot or so a day

stones loll and roll at rivers base,

pulled, prodded, pushed, plied,

by the cold invisible,

the green-machine,

the River.

Sediment becomes stars

as sun rays push through.

and current creates a galaxy

all to the tumbling,

trundling, timpani of migrating multitudes

of mineral

steelhead spectres slip over

star strewn eddies

sliver-grey galaxy blimps

carrying new life loads home.

Igneous, metamorphic made mellow

the millennium march

the mindless multitude migrating.

Clack, click, crunch

Drum beat of earth escape

the laminar surface.

Boulder base bumps

stone sounding out skeletons

to aqua-terra's silent songs.

Rocks rising rhythms,

a song tempo slowed

from slope to hinterland

to sea.