Calm waters promise nothing

I’ve known these winds

these shifting sounds.

 

The way they flow with tipping toes

then run towards hurricanes,

then meet the calm river;

Until the stagnant reflection shows itself

a ripple of everything undone

 

The epilogue

runs slow on its vowels,

escaping consonants

to drag on slower,

to maybe pretend, for a while,

that the stagnant waters

don’t show us flatlines,

but a glimmering peace.

 

The sun shines against the current

as I gather as much hope

with a cup-hold of prayed imagination.

 

As soon as time continues,

the river drags on painfully slow.

 

I’ve walked down this route,

but I just don’t want to move.

 

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