i wandered along the river bank,

a crystal churn of noise nearby

always a good reminder of life

when caught inside the chasm’s grip.

~

There lies inside the mind

a certain ineptitude

when given an opportunity

to seize our clues to good.

~

Easily pulled inside the current

our waves of deceit to follow

welcome only the pure horrid

reality of knowing our truth.

~

step lightly on soils drawn

into the waters so fragile

our lives remain moving

forward in a straight line

~

wind, that pulls apart

our soul and manner

of living, to dream

a bit  downstream

~

I wonder how many

times, the river cross

I might bear again,

in hopes of home.

~

Perhaps a seat cushion

the soil damp on skin,

in Nature’s grasp

I win the freedom to live

~

What ails the heart soon

drawn along the river’s edge.