Useless Waterways
Useless Waterways
It is a long river goes on till water meets the sky
and as I have no oars have to follow the waterway
till the place when all things are the same
Nirvana, some people say other calls its nothingness.
But there rivers that run into the sand
never given the chance to flow and dream of becoming
a Nile or an Amazon.... Stillborn they are.
The lucky river runs deep underground and has fish
with no eyes and frogs white as new fallen snow.
The river ends up in a lake where fishtailed women live.
If you stop and listen you can hear the lake sigh and
the river throbs, it never misses a beat.
Mermaids have no uterus cannot bear children and
lament that sex is more important than babies.
Copyright © Jan Oskar Hansen | Year Posted 2014
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