the river
I close my eyes and follow the scent
down memory’s trail
time slows and the air thickens
It’s a weighty cool—
the kind that drinks in navy on a moonlit sky
Suddenly,
I’m standing on a shore called new beginnings
I peer silently at a curious display of joy and wonder—the garments of the river
stitched together in a symphony of movement,
one rises as the other crashes
like waves on a fabric sea
the water is alive with breath
and suddenly I’m aware—
there are others here
we’re gathering at the banks of knowing, now
chests rise and and fall
In a synchronous transaction
we inhale as the water exhales
with a crash and a spray of healing mist
our eyes are as the sky-scene reflected on the surface of the waters deep—
starry and littered with light
We all know we’re here for the same thing
I remove all I came with
and step over the edge
to be fully clothed by the water
instantly I wake and my eyes are open with the fullness of knowing