Joan Baez: "Strange Rivers"

there are voices
in the mirror
faces at the door
that open
on the rivers
we've never
seen before
are there choices
for the sparrow
or does he only fly
high above the rivers
that are pulling
you and i
there are
strange rivers
rivers that
we cannot see
there are
strange rivers
that know
our destiny
there are
strange rivers
that brought
your love to me

Nashville, Tennessee
1990