Confluence

Life in us is like the water in a river. - Thoreau

sworn blood oaths

transparent, clandestine arteries of reality's allegiance

tributaries of babbling, gurgling diffidence

brooks and streams giggle the happenstance of secrets

along with creeks that both leak and speak

turning the crank of organ-grinded half-truths, rumors and lies

muck and mire fails to flow as it's trapped and dies

a weighty river conveying their donations to the sea

passing through the mouth

where some evaporate into slimmer, foggy relics

some falling as mist, drops or a deluge of rain yet again

some blabbed to attentive ears

others sinking to the bottom, trapped 'neath sand like buried treasure

where they belong

along with all of my fears

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Author's Note

"A field of water betrays the spirit that is in the air. It is continually receiving new life and motion from above. It is intermediate in its nature between land and sky." - Thoreau

Reviews

[Thomas W Case]

Beautiful work Pete. This is tremendous work.