At The River’s Edge. April 11, 2008
Posted by littlebangtheory in Art and Nature, poetry.Tags: the river's edge
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Standing here, Where the swift, cold green Rides up on the warm rocks, Infusing itself with sunlight, Leaving a bit of its mystery For me to unravel,
I pause.
Is this my womb, my cradle, my destiny?
Perhaps not today, perhaps There’s more for me out here, In the air, in the light, Where the birds are.
Where you are.