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?