River Rock

Tell me, river rock, what do you know?
Wisdom erode, timeless flow.

Cradled smooth.
Ancient, nomadic,
unmoved.

The affection of God’s eye embraces you.
Spectacular shades of love.
The glistening, rapid streams of your heaven above
reflect shades of reds, violets, oranges, and blues.

The fish swallow and spit you out as bone.
The children laugh and skip you over ripple and rave.
You sink to the bottom.
You sink with your legion, an army in a lave,
but yet you are completely alone.

Cradled smooth.
Ancient, nomadic,
unmoved.

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bendcharles

A schemer and a dreamer. I'm a #MĂ©tis author located in Saskatchewan who writes short stories, poetry, book reviews, and jokes.

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