went to sit on the river’s bank
where i used to more frequently in
earlier days when my spirit needed
to be healed, be rejuvenated and
needing to understand myself, my
place in Nature and the universe
sat back on the incline of the bank
listening to the running water clash
upon stones and fallen branches and
the chorus of feathered friends perched
on branches of weeping willows that
hover somber o’er the river and me
i look down the one side of the river
bank and notice a pair of empty shoes
skillfully placed together and asked
myself…where and I hope not, that
whose shoes they belong, they did not
decide to leave them behind forever
sauntering up to go look closer to the
shoes i feel cool grass blades between
my toes and looking down and i have
no shoes on then realizing i had dozed
off into a spiritual trance forgetting I’d
removed my shoes to feel the earth
am grateful that the river doesn’t have
a foreign interloper swimming lifeless
with the catfish on the bottom with the
muck and so i walk over to pick up my
shoes to stroll another day amidst the
somber willows, the river and sky above
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