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Rooted in the Greek word for “riddle”
I steady myself
in the middle of the stream
So much rain
I wish I’d worn back straps on my flip flops
standing in the strong current
but
I’ll not wander in the side eddies
where the slickest algae
coats the surface of the stones
still idling there
passing time as if singular
feigning reflection
an intoxicated accumulation
of over fertilized organic matter
girdling themselves
as if they could hold on to the ground
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My days have been emptying
full of the feeling that I’m living
in two separate realities
More than a waiting game
too much hard evidence
A pack that needs to be cleaned out
and made into a traveling case of essentials
fit for lifting off and moving
in even faster flowing water.
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photo credit: Russell Tomlin Flickr
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Poetry of Light 