WATERWAYS

1stJun. × ’18

1.
Local lake
where things go to land

you love the lost leaves of fall
the bread crusts
a father threw for his daughter’s smile
more than for the ducks
for the memory
light in her eyes

For you things just are as is
plus whatever comes

Let this be me
late at night
who you silently hope will
walk far enough down the darkened path
to skinny dip in

2.
Little stream you are always hoping
something better will come along

or that you will one day be
someplace else

You are not bold enough
for all those rapids
and yet you are not placid

Everyone wants to be there
except you

Lighten up

3.
Oh to be the ocean
Upon which so many hopes float

Bottles boats
and wide eyes by the shore

Horizon that never ends

But who holds you?

4.
River of rapids and foam
no slowing down
no one can
hold
you

Do you crave
those who swim upstream
Someone to frollic
with your currant and grin?

Or are you waiting
for someone on the shore
to capture your fancy
reverse siren call?

Or is it within the multitudes
of your power that others emerge
together you flow undeterred?

Or are you always wondering if someday
you’ll find a parallel river
to flow with?

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