The River

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I know but do not know the river.
I try to search its depths in the fog,
To find myself in its grey expanse
Like I’ve done so many times before,
Like I’ve come here, in the end, to do,
But the day is thick, impenetrable.
The only movement is the current,
Strong, taking the river away from me,
Reminding me it’s never been mine
In the way I thought I so badly needed.
The sea of clouds, above, is shifting too,
Though the rain promises, for now, to stay.
The river knows but does not know me.
I see in its strong eastward current
My own trajectory, which brings us close,
And so here there is understanding.
There is an essence to the pull of our lives.
Yet there’s a dissolution only the river knows,
As I do not yet flow like it does, mutable, strong,
Ready to take form or spread its reach.
But in my efforts to open, the river is there,
If only to witness my eventual unbecoming,
As I witness and welcome the waters within me,
And we continue to know and not know.
– TS

I Am A Body

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along the banks
i am a body
scant against a breeze
flowing in the directions
 
holding a worn cloth
i am a body
blinded by midday sun
and truths are emerging
 
in the blazing sun
i am a body
untamed and uncontained
generous with my fire
 
on the river’s surface
i am a body
glinting and radiating
moving but not restless
 
in the river rocks
i am a body
unwavering and true
as time moves around me. – TS

New Poem Published!

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The river carrying
Sounds of self, inviting
Witness.

This is my new haiku up on The Plum Tree, a great site devoted to ecology and nature – and the written word! – thanks for checking it out along with other great works here!

For more of my haiku and other poems, please check out my book of poetry, Formation, now available on Amazon and Prolific Press’s website, and let me know what you think!