Wednesday, November 23, 2016

The River

The River's rush feels deeper
Through misty winter breath
Sheets of silver raindrops
Shroud an empty swirling nest

Flowing, always-flowing
The river spends its life
Deftly sorting gravels
Smoothing stones through the night

River, ever-flowing
Along its ancient course
Wearing through a landscape
That Holds the river's source

The river streaming endless
Will never hesitate
It's water flowing forward
Has forgotten where it raced


Crunching speckled pebbles
On the shore beneath my feet
Reminding me of people
All the same and yet unique

Shifting in the breaking surf
Drying in the sun
Pebbles lying on the beach
Sleep before they run

Pebbles at the mercy
Of waves and winter tides
Waiting for the right time
To turn and sink and rise