shores, revisited Guiding the banks of two shores a river flows here, dividing the green and the brown - two opposites, their bond a broad band’s flow, always leaving, its surface a sky’s tale told in its own current language, silence beneath. Willow companions, elegant fingers obeying impulse, explore in Spring, cherry blossoms’ hands enjoined in their private dance, pink floats' peaceful settlements, their farewells carried past, stately. Charon, in his lifetime might have understood the passage of passing his bridges beneath; after all, Ulysses, too, was hailed for taking the long way home; So maybe the flow of our thoughts is sufficient then, at times, to find time in the sliding of small rocks down a river bank. © Jonathan Bohrn (2004) see also shores |
