In daydreams I meander
Stony-rough banks of river wild,
Where reverie brings to mind
Turbulent stretches of water
And stately boulder gardens
In tawny flows of Adam’s ale.
I muse over single droplet
Caught in spirited whitewater,
Destined for sandy shore
And frothy waves on briny deep.
Then comes eleventh hour
Of my midsummer daydreams.
I pause and ponder said droplet
On its fateful quest to know its place
In aforesaid chaos of risky water worlds,
Torn between comfort in age-old seaways
And ethereal mists below starlit skies
Awash in first light hues.
In the end, its place was always
Alongside boulder gardens
In restful shade of sycamores
Rooted to banks of river wild. |
| Rockbound Harmony (Haw River late-September east of Pittsboro NC USA) |
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