Thursday, December 07, 2006

Revisiting the River That Is My Life

When I was young, a rill only just begun,
I feared the end of my flow, tumble and run.
In my joining with that inevitable shore,
I expected fear, trepidation, regrets galore.
As I flowed wide from shore to shore
The echo and thunder of that great sea
Would strike terror in the heart of me.
Instead I find, near my journeys end
That great ocean has become my friend.
I hear the voices of loves long gone.
I feel the comfort of going home.
No need to hurry, no need to rush,
No need to dally, well not that much.
The regrets of leaving new loves behind
Are eased in knowing again I’ll find
Each and every one held in my soul
Will join me again in another role.


samuru999 said...

Thank you for sharing!


Zareba said...

Thank you for your visits and comments Margie. It is nice to see someone from where I am now. It truly is a beautiful place and slips into your heart, never to let go. I believe in some way, the proximity to the ocean actually affects my writing in a big way.

Don Iannone said...


Just catching up. Work has been draining and I have fallen behind on my visits to folks' websites. Great string here in your last several posts. Good to see your strength, and I really like this poem. Reminds me of one I wrote a couple years ago. Flow is powerful; maybe all we the river.

Bless you!

Zareba said...

Hi Don. Thanks for dropping by. It is great to be more active again. I think you may be right that what we have is flow and if we are not in the moment, that flow causes life to pass us by.


Don Iannone said... all means write those teacher-student stories up! Absolutely. Would be first in line to buy 'em.

By the way, when it comes to a rock and a river, the river always wins because of its perserverance.