Don’t blame the river
For what happened that day.
It had no choice,
It had no voice.
The same goes for the rain.
Yes, what the Guadalupe River and rain did on July 4th,
Was painful, violent, and extreme.
And because the two followed the only path man left them with,
The destruction was obscene.
Nature only did what nature does:
The sky opened up, and a deluge fell,
On rocky limestone and caliche hills.
The water saturated the meager topsoil,
Then rushed down into the draws,
Pushing everything in its way
Into the creeks, and then the river,
As it headed downhill toward the Gulf.
Now, almost 5 months after the morning of chaos:
I’m thankful because:
The river is now back to its meandering, peaceful self.
And there’s thirst-quenching rain in the forecast.
But I wonder:
“Will the river ever have a new path forward?”
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