Standing by the river,
watching its still waters,
placid,
moving slowly,
edging along,
perpetual,
as if its fate is eventual.
Bright white
above me,
moonlight shines on the trees,
lit with
silver,
radiant in the night.
A quiet energy.
Shadow of the day,
that burning fire,
exploding calamity.
Calm,
the peace serene,
guide my tributary.
Unfold
my hands,
reach out to the sky
and then,
jump in,
disappear,
down around the bend.
HG – 2019