BESIDE THE WATER’S EDGE

HOW GOOD IT IS

TO STOP BESIDE THE WATER’S EDGE!

I CAN’T FEEL WHAT DAY THIS IS.

I ONLY KNOW THE SUN UPON MY FACE

AND THAT EVERY TIME I RETURN TO THIS PLACE,

RIVER LOW OR HIGH, THAT

I AM ONLY I.

BARBED WIRE HAS BEEN DEVOURED 

BY THIS RIVERTREE--

WILL IT BE SO 

WITH OLD BOUNDARIES AND ME?

WILL IT BE SO WITH OLD ANGER?

ONLY LOVE SHOULD BE GUARANTEED

THE HONOR OF ETERNITY--

NOTHING ELSE COULD MATTER!

© Gerry Sackett, 2017

Entrapment, Oak, Wire, and Mist
Photo by Bob Embleton
from Wikimedia Commons