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She sat on a stone watching the water flow past as swiftly
As
her thoughts flowed across her troubled mind,
Her
eyes failing to focus, though they saw well enough,
On
the debris floating through the moss lined
Banks
of the river.
Her choices all led to tragedy of one kind or another,
Who
to leave, who to hurt, who to remain loyal to…
The
pain of indecision traveled out from her heart
Exploding
in her joints and fingertips , yet her view
Remained
unclear.
The Sight was no sight at all, but a darkness revealed
In
shadow of thought and whispers of possibilities,
Unconfirmed
times to come they were, offered with
consequences
not small, varied as the fallen leaves
of
Autumn.
With a hand, she reached out to the water…feeling
The
cold of ageless mountains seeping into her ken,
Its
strength becoming her own, its message that
Of
life’s endless existence, and she knew then
That
it mattered not.
One sees the sun rise and set, the moon wax and wane,
Decisions
are made to harvest or sow or tend,
Yet
the moon and sun continue their course regardless
Of
the choices made by mortal men,
Or
of women.
And as she rose from her vigil aside the river,
The
water streamed past unaware of its guidance
As
time flows past us all in that unalterable rhythm,
That
unending and magical dance
We
call life.
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Karli Shanklin. All rights reserved! |
