I sat in a river, Maybe the river
Tried to hold on as it swirled and surged
Sometimes I could find purchase
On a piece of rock
All covered with that black, coarse watermoss
(I’m not sure what it’s called)
But I know it, it helps hold me there--Us there
In the relentless
Once, I came to the river at night,
the current was mild, and I heard it then
A flute, maybe the flute,
Dropping, running, plopping, and pouring over the water
timeless , ancient, and gone.
Like what you thought you saw
I haven’t heard it since
But i’ve tried, I’ve strained for something
That only appears
when you aren’t looking for it
The river finally spoke to me
And that, I did not expect
Relentless, exposing, honest
Like a bone chilling visit
to a craggy mountain top
It just said go.
It’s time for you to go
So I did.
I said goodbye
To a place that held me
My legs scraped over more reminders of that hold-here moss
Dark stones surprised me
And I let the river take me down
To an unfamiliar spot.