This mixed media piece brings to life my poem, The Belly of the River, with the words of the poem embedded in the stones.
THE BELLY OF THE RIVER
I lie by a river on a bed of grass
in the shade of spotted trees,
held by the music of the birds.
I enter the water
and move the stones of the riverbed
into a circle.
I work hard all morning
with another woman
lifting and rolling,
rolling and lifting,
the cold water cooling us
soothing us, singing its songs.
We make a hollow
big enough for us both to curl in,
our bodies circles within circles.
We lie there, content,
in the belly of the river.
Everything is dappled and shifting
except the stones.