Like The River, Slowly
like the river,
in the dry of autumn,
I roll along
slowly
these
days
slow over the round of rocks beneath me,
shaped by years of swift and rush,
hardened in the harsh sun cycles of drought
not looking ahead or behind I've found
nor is this head lost in the clouds,
walking behind my own shadow for once,
leading me where I may follow
subtle and slow enough is this journey at last
to stop and step around the nest of an ovenbird
like the river,
in the dry of autumn,
I roll along
slowly
these
days
slow over the round of rocks beneath me,
shaped by years of swift and rush,
hardened in the harsh sun cycles of drought
not looking ahead or behind I've found
nor is this head lost in the clouds,
walking behind my own shadow for once,
leading me where I may follow
subtle and slow enough is this journey at last
to stop and step around the nest of an ovenbird
painting: Reflections of Autumn III by Connie Tom
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