The sky is
reflected in the River
Bert Haverkate-Ens
Some time when I walk
across the Kaw River Bridge
the sky is reflected in the
river.
Some time it is only the sky
reflected in the river.
Words and poetry do not fail
me -
they are simply not enough.
They neither start
what I have to say,
nor do they finish.
They are a snag
to hold on to
for a moment
for my mind to catch
a breath
as the river draws
my body ever downstream.
2 comments:
I'm glad you remind me to be introspective. So many days, I just go thru the drill, avoiding the walk.
This captures it nicely, Bert. I also enjoyed some of your other posts.
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