Chico at dusk cottonwood sways headed south the eastern dark still raced and when we'd walked as far as you can we heard the flood and so we ran and ran there was the light we'd left behind the one that we set out to find and on a bed of travertine we saw the flood and how it means it means to be seen there is a power in a river there is a power in a song there is a power in a shiver, the Gardner river and where to belong born as a middle-man between the sons and daughters old women and old men and like the fall it came so clear we're watered down from year to year and year and year there is a power in a river there is a power in a song there is a power in a shiver, the Gardner river and where to belong there is a power in a river there is a power in falling to knees there is a power in a shiver the Gardner river told me to be pleased
