The River Doesn’t Stop on a Humid Afternoon

THE RIVER DOESN’T STOP

ON A HUMID AFTERNOON--BUT I DO

WATER AND AIR ARE MINGLED, AND

ALL THE SOUNDS I HEAR--

HUMAN, ANIMAL, ELEMENTAL--

ARE THICK WITH THE SUBSTANCE OF LIFE

ON THIS WATER PLANET

IT MAKES ME GLAD--

THIS IS MUCH MORE THAN I HAD A MOMENT AGO,

DRIVING DOWN THE ROAD.

I HOPE THAT I SHALL ALWAYS HAVE

A RIVER TO STOP BESIDE,

TO REMIND, MORE THAN THE SEA, THAT

I AM ON A JOURNEY INTO ME

THAT I DO NOT AND CANNOT BELONG TO ANY CREED,

THAT I’M A WITNESS AND A CONSORT OF TRUTH,

SO HOW CAN I BELIEVE ?

SUNDOWN LOW SPILLS GOLD INTO THE STREAM,

I JUST RELAX AND GET QUIET,

KNOWING WHAT IT MEANS--

WATER IS SPEAKING IN THE LANGUAGE OF LIGHT,

AND IF I LISTEN JUST RIGHT

I GET THE PROOF--

I CANNOT HEAR

ANYTHING BUT TRUTH

I CANNOT HEAR ANYTHING

BUT TRUTH

I CANNOT HEAR ANYTHING BUT TRUTH

© Gerry Sackett, 2016

Stopping by the River
Photo by Tony Russell