The river's work
is meticulous
grains of sand
cut
from one curve
then
carried miles
to rest here
The river's work
is invisible
in the moment
but new landscapes
are visible
across time
This blue
this green
this air
this sun
You can't own them
and neither
can I
Pollute them
Neglect them
Shut our cold hearts
behind the walls
we do own
or
open our eyes
to the grace
granted
not for granted
We can turn
our backs
to the light
but
the western side
of dawn
still reflects
Lady Sun's brilliance
as the water
holds
the sky
Hidden
from
the inward eye
the busy eye
the blind eye
something
is readying
to bloom
Today
I stood
in your light
Lady Sun
and laughed
I'd forgotten
my heart
could be light
Water
and cloud
reflect
your beauty
the grass
bows
and glows
while we sleep
Lady Sun
wrapped
in dark dreams
of our own making
The heavy air
presses
the sky
higher
and the earth
tighter
Even the birds
rest quiet
in the shade