It's Past You

how the river bends,

running forth in two dimension

swimming, fairing life;

until the river

bends away.

 

the beauty found,

the treacherous ego

of waterfalls,

gentle, falls of

life called in their hands

making amends,

taking it in stride....

 

while in watching so,

I call to you under

and see you

watching the shore,

watching me,

watching you.

 

until the river

passes you.

Reviews

[NemoNelson]

I really like this. The style and setup of the poem, the way you broke it down was awesome.