lost myself in eddies
far behind the flow
rippling over reflections of yesterday
sorrow in deep blue
cut with oscillating crests of light
all that was is gone
home is the illusion of place
in the vaulting sky
a cloud that feels familial
as it drifts on by
let the silt and sand
ooze between your toes
and breathe in pine and ozone
all that was is left within you
in some way that can’t be touched
no better and no worse I am
a confluence in motion
a home to algae ponderings
habitat for fish and wisdom
passing and subjective
let this resonant intonation
linger for a moment
in whatever chamber or space
like the cloud glowing in
the morning sun along the creek
be it mist or insects
a motif here in life’s milieu
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