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Way of Water
Don Hynes
mired step by slogging step
in the rain soaked bog
feeding ground and sanctuary
to countless birds and fish
to them a sucking pool
of unforgiving mud.
Remembering the defeat
they would later drain
this memory of inadequacy
paving the water course
to be rid of the hindrance.
There are trails to the river
where sand is piled against stone
and the powerful river eddies
in a dark pool of aquamarine.
We carve our names in the sand
knowing the next hard rain will erase us
knowing the hope we seek is yet upstream
and if we are to find our selves
we must learn the way of water.
Feb. 27, 2010