The river’s flow is felt, interpreted
Caressing the eyes where its waters enter
Chambers of the mind as a wholesome tide
Soothing its tensions; along the safe bank
Vested in adjectives, dormant or wrested.
My step respects its physicality,
Volume and depth registered in that self-
Same gaze, the bulk and elasticity
The hulls of boats comb through, to the smooth shelf
That breaks down at the weir spontaneously.
The shivering trees likewise are tuned to concept,
Though giants they rise they have graceful limbs,
To eyes speak only of delicacy;
The orchestration of tiny notes dims
Harshness in kind, formulates ecstasy.
Memories quicken like a hall of mirrors,
Each in a glancing flash illuminated,
Proving that the true realm of one’s desires
lies within, the outside catalyst to;
One could die, and these all be buried treasures.
