Through a Break in the Trees -
Through a break in the trees -
Flows a tawny river -
Sanding the rock endlessly
As a peerless carver.
The jungle is not seen
In the murky water's face.
The sky does not skim upon
Its delicate countenance.
It refuses the trees' approach.
The rushing seeks to replace
Tribulations for peace -
Skipping them away.
Its waters fill my mind.
I remember Zongo Falls
As an obscure haven
For which my heart longs.
Copyright © Amy Michelle Mosier | Year Posted 2024
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