River Crossing

All the stones are slippery every

single one holds no foot steady no

gait straight forward or tall no one erect

 

the wilderness perhaps is our feet

sliding out from beneath our

trunks flailing against all the odds flailing against loss

 

leaves flying in the wind scattered

above water’s reflection with

nothing to cling to nothing to see no one to see them fall

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