Thursday, April 3, 2008

Watching the River

It is best on a cloudy day, too much sun
and you begin to question its green
or be saddened by the effluvia
caught along the banks.

Stand between tall trees to understand
the timeless motion
that it has been here much longer
than anything else.

Be still and let the river
flow past you, past
buildings and parks
grass and concrete
making its way down
to the mystery of the greener sea.


Karen said...

This is another poem that I'm having to stop and think about--it feels true.

Laura said...

Karen, Thank you thank you thank you for your encouraging words...