it can guess what was, only from what’s left.
rivers need no meddling with to course correct.
watch the wakes of boats and, though I am afraid
differences of skies and rivers progressively fade.
year flits by without a word on how to cope,
highs are high but the lows are fathomless in scope,
the waters hold the blue and its light reflect,
river needs no meddling with to course correct.
tally the sums of what I got and what I gave
the wakes of the boats, and count the leaves and waves
the end no measures quite define the intercepts
river brooks no meddling with to course correct.
my fingers are smeared the remnants of the past
leaves of melancholy, joys that do not last
that run off the page, rhymes that aren’t perfect
they need no meddling with to course correct.
sing not for heights achieved but more to endure,
stumbling in my stride, go where the footing’s unsure
river flows heedless to the paths that I select,
it brooks no meddling with to course correct.
sing for that one small step taken towards justice,
the unseen courage that’s so easy to miss.
the river ignores all attempts to deflect
brooks no meddling with to course correct.
rather talk of the common, ordinary and plain,
songless birds, scentless blooms, the coarser woodgrains,
river takes no notice of the boats nor subjects
it needs no meddling with to course correct.
with me to the banks where fallen leaves lie thick
winter light spins the waves into silver magic
trees dance naked as they wait, lines of spiky shade
differences of skies and waters progressively fade.
Happy New Year 2024 to all who stop by, from Raleigh, NC. Wishing for a gentler, more peaceful and stress free year for everyone. I'm getting back to the old hometown a couple weeks into the year and hopefully I'll get right back into couch potato mode pronto. See you soon.