May you not miss it just because it’s quiet.
The Yazoo River doesn’t rush. It seeps, it curves, it floods the lowlands quietly. To say something moves “Yazoo softly over” is to describe a force that isn’t aggressive but is absolutely unstoppable. Like grief. Like the end of a long summer. Like the way a song you haven’t heard in ten years suddenly plays in a coffee shop, and for two minutes, you’re twenty years old again. yazoo softly over
It’s the opposite of a crash. It’s a settling . May you not miss it just because it’s quiet
It might call to mind the Yazoo River, winding slow and muddy through the Mississippi Delta. It might evoke the legendary blues records of Yazoo Records—those scratchy, haunted 78s of Skip James or Son House. Or it might just be the sound of rain drifting across a tin roof, soft and relentless. To say something moves “Yazoo softly over” is
Yazoo Softly Over: A Meditation on Rain, Blues, and Letting Go