Poetry

River Spirit

Your fluid movements

Carry me away,

And I forget that life

Is waiting –

Above the surface

Where I am forced to breathe,

Though I belong

In the world where I am now.

Where starry speckles

Twinkle in the light,

Though distorted

In a subtle hue,

The cool night air,

And gentle river tide,

Sweep me up

In swirling clouds of blue.

Weightless in your calm

And loving force,

Great River Spirit, carry on your path.

Through the hopeless,

Hateful world of man

When washing over endless wisps of sand.

Tanika Stewart