Rainy Season - A Poem

McGee Creek (7,700’), October 2020

McGee Creek (7,700’), October 2020

Join me as I relearn the language of my soul.

A slowing down, a gradual resting,

a deep breath before the familiar plunge 

into equatorial origin.


My rivers too rise with tropical rain,

pounding and pushing against the banks,

clearing debris, flowing brown 

across sand to open sea.

Layers of sediment, messy and thick,

find their way home,

nourishing something 

while cleansing another.

And so let these rivers flow—

let broken poetry fill pages,

let stagnant waters burst forth,

let imperfection be forgotten in movement.

Never mind the mess.

What is important is the current,

the movement, the emptying.

A necessary cycle

rebegun.

(Mexico, 2021)

Andrew Sandahl