The Book of Yaak: Waterfall
Some nights my heart pounds so hard in anger that in the morning when I wake up it is sore, as if it has been rubbing against my ribs—as if it has worn a place in them as smooth as the stones beneath a waterfall. Sometimes a calm, smooth, placid expression can harbor more fury than an angular, twisted one. And sometimes serenity can harbor more power than anger or even fury. I know that and I’m trying to get there—to peace, and its powers—but I just don’t seem able to. The river keeps falling.
The sound of it, in my ears. (66)
Rick Bass. The Book of Yaak. New York: Houghton Mifflin, 1996.