The clouds quieted the stars above
as I, on bended knee, bowed to the river
and into its flow, in the growing light,
let my hand slip beneath its movements,
under its motions and waited to watch
as its sway of waters waltzed over,
moved through and flowed onwards,
while never stopping, never straining,
never staying and I saw, in that dawning,
in that simple second, how life flowed
around me, through me, and past me,
all precious moments to be borrowed,
to be begged for and to be bartered
before they will eventually break away,
leaving me more than I was before, less
than I will be tomorrow and certain today
that I will, like this current, one day,
as I weave my way through these wants
and wishes, find the way to my own ocean.
As lithe breath called to morning and
the stars found their cover in the clouds,
I bowed to the river, forever bending,
forever mending, forever finding its form
along the bank and bed, amid the light
that lingers along the route and the darkness
that comes to call for but a while.
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All words and photographs by Damien B Donnelly
merrildsmith
So beautiful, Damien–words and photos!
Bowing to light and time, journeying on.
deuxiemepeau
Thank you Merril, journey on indeed. I hear Ragtime, the musical in my head and the song Journey On, two ships passing…
merrildsmith
Oh yes! I love that musical!
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