By river edge, the break of day,
and watching ripples flowing by.
Swirling patterns are on their way
to the places where they must die.
All moving onward, seeming blind,
unaware of where they’re going;
and being pushed by their same kind,
as the river keeps on flowing.
Trapped in turmoil, they must move on
through the rapids and jagged stone.
Peaceful waters have all but gone;
each in a crowd, yet all alone.
Ride the flow is how they travel;
do any search for something more;
and will life mystery unravel,
to catch a glimpse of what’s in store?
In water deep, short time to rest;
the tide starts pulling to and fro.
In swirling life, they did their best;
into the briny grave they go.
Then time to pack the fishing gear,
and place the tackle in my sack.
Special reflective moments here,
I turn and smile as I glance back.
© Harry Harper
Love this Harry, nothing like losing yourself by the waters edge-akin to losing oneself to the glow of embers.
So long since I've visited and must admit to a smile of relief when your name popped up, hope this crazy world is treating you kindly😊
Thank you, Sue. Yes, fire and water do have ways of extracting our innermost thoughts. Wonderful to hear from you after quite some time. I'm plodding along okay and hoping you and all the family are doing well. The world does appear to be crazy, but let's hope things can turn around where we all can live peacefully. You have made my day, Sue.