Nurture your Nature

Sitting by the river on the 4th of July in 2019

Sitting by the river on the 4th of July in 2019.

Watching the primrose open...

         it opens for all those who stop to admire

...yellow-green in the cooling calm.

         unnoticed, unappreciated, it still blooms

Sand-flies dance above a tree.

         they live in the moment... do we?

Down by the river: rocks, stones, bricks, one beer can.

         the trash of our passing will live long after we have left

Dimple of fish grabbing something on the surface.

         even the denizens of the deep must leave safety to eat

Circular ripples, the ephemeral whirl of eddies.

         the vortexes that form, dissolve, reform, a metaphor of mourning

Channel's gentle flow, the after sunset glow...

         how life moves in a direction, renewing itself every day

...silhouetting the bridge-swallows.

         late-evening dining on the wing

Roar of the river through the rapids.

         we also fuss at the obstacles we must overcome

The hum of traffic descending from above.

         civilization impinges on my reverie

The realization that once I leave, only my words will remain...

         and those to be forgoten

...like this passing tandem bicycle. Coming, going, gone.

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