Bottle in the River

Bottle in the River

Hey You—
the Reader,

See that bottle in the river?
Would you catch it if you can?

I know you lay there on an island,
and yes it is laden with mud.

But catching it could claim your day,
and cleaning it could change your way.

And who knows what you might find inside,
a little of me, a little of your Self.

Your Self, that most important part of your day,
opens the lid by twisting it gently . . . .

Perhaps you don’t like the smell blasting out,
but you dump it on the bank anyway.

And ah, what you find is so tenable,
left here bobbing in the current.

So tender, with the coming and going,
the rise and fall of pain and breathing.

And ah, what you find is all folded up,
a letter from God to the World
of Never Enough.





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This poem is from "Bottle in the River" 
                    about a Poet's journey down a river, chasing a bottle
                    tossed by the fingertips of "that I am."
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Written within the parameters of the theory of "Multivalence"