I Sought Out a River
sought out a river, to find that state
to be like that river, a serene estate
banks lined with wet, mossy boulders
i wade out into the rocks,
only far enough to feel rushing water,
on my shins.
i hike up the river, until i meet a rock
a face so steep, i fear the drop
atop this falls water pristine,
tumbling down in might, into a froth
until just lapping besides the shore
this theatrical roar, becomes nothing more
than a rise by my feet.
along the shore of the river, stands the pine
tall, unmoving, but not without vine
a forest vast, to keep out until the last
dark in the depths, but here by the river
the sun shines, i can attest.
12/12/21 – Andy McRae