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I Stopped By the River

I stopped by the river...

Gently flowing past,

Such cool water,

Slaked my thirst

 

I feel the waters pull on my hand

Secret chuckle flowing by

Water, so clear

You can see the river sand

 

I picked up some river sand

Let it slowly trickle through my hand

Am I grain of sand?

Tumbling in water,

So clear,

Throughout this verdant land

 

Where is my place?

Where am I meant to be?

Gently flowing past

Part of this river,

Becoming me

   

Sweet waters,

So clear

In its' depths

I am meant to be

 

I stopped by the river...

Or did the river stop me?

I may never know,

For in its' depths,

A grain of sand

Is what you see

What I show

 

 

Swathes of weeping willow

On the river...

Cast a shadow,

Soft green glow

In water

So clear

 

A grain of sand,

In the clear waters

Of the river

Becomes me

In this beautiful land

Copyright © Matthew Brackley | Year Posted 2009

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Barbara Gorelick Date: 5/21/2009 8:01:00 PM This is so moving...yep, were grains of sand.. such a beautiful write. Bg Login to Reply

Carolyn Devonshire Date: 5/21/2009 7:45:00 PM What a compelling write, filled with the type of introspection that touches everyone who reads it. I think we're all "grains of sand" in this huge universe, but our ability to love separates us from many species. Excellent write, Matthew! Love, Carolyn Login to Reply