Wednesday, August 7, 2013

Waving, not drowning

Down through the moss, and over the rocks
Sand moves beneath us, round goes the clocks

Looking out the window, light on her face
Wonder if she frightened, if she feels out of place

People who have known her, time just stands still
Water in the stream flow, just one way, downhill

Fog and forgiveness, muddy on the bank
Current no longer swift, for that we can thank

Shallows to the deep end,  back to the shore
Pools of a memory, lesson learned once more

Out much further than you all thought
Waving, not drowning, in time's river caught

__ Rob Carrigan

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