Resonance The Guadalupe speaks; I had to learn to listen. She trickles, ripples, babbles, cascades. She murmurs and burbles, splashes, waves. Giggles and gurgles, growls and groans, she flows and flows and flows. Infinitely delivering rain to the sea, still never too busy to whisper to me. Single sycamore leaf silently sinks. Ancient language we forgot how to speak. Being …
