She sighs and groans,
sounds personified,
raising tall goosebumps
on the strong arms
of her loyal congregation,
listening along the riverbanks.
Far below, her companion ebb tide
rushes directly outward on predictable schedule
toward the sea.
Licked by the fiery flames of sunrise
her chiseled exposed edges melt,
dripping ever so slowly,
reverting again to a wall of swirling water
powerfully rushing toward the sea.
Do not despair my frigid Queen,
I will return to support and raise you
upward again another day,
whispers her loyal playmate,
Ebb Tide of the
mighty Kennebec River.