Niagara / Poem by Lidia Chiarelli

Poem by Lidia Chiarelli
Nothing is softer or more flexible than water
yet nothing can resist it.
—Lao Tzu (born 604 BC)
We advance on the river
the boat rocks on the seething waters
and it is like hearing
the waves’ breath.
A gentle rain caresses us
the roar—strong and stronger—
is music from ancient times.
Enshrouded by a soft mist
we shiver in front of the abyss
(our glance
the frenzied whirlpool)
and slowly we merge into the
fathomless whiteness
of Niagara falls.