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